Sunday, January 28, 2024

Eight feet tall.

 

Friday night was the village Burns night. A good natured affair with accordion and fiddle music washed down with copious quantities of Gods amber nectar. The remains of the two 'mundane' cases of  Pinot Grigio that Angus ordered last summer were well received by the non-whisky drinkers.  The village has two prime  demographics - kilt wearing Scots farmers  and academic incomers . Conversations can range from the market price of  cabbage to advances in keyhole surgery . There is another Angus there , a tractor driver come odd job man, but he spells his name Aonghas. How Scottish is that ! He's from New Zealand. This year the planned expansion of the caravan park is the topic of conservation. The owners want to double it in size. It seems that caravans are exempt from the strict green belt zoning laws. There is to be a public meeting which, on the basis of the dram fueled opinions I heard, should be a lively event. The local councillors response to the proposals is said to be ' useless'. I quietly wonder who in their right mind would ever be a local councillor. A thankless task.


Saturday night was a grander, duller, affair. An academic event. Everyone was on their best behaviour. No raucous belly laughs here. Half of the kilts had that pristine look that said they came out once a year for special occasions. A tall and enthusiastic American gentleman from South Carolina wore a Tam O'Shanter with two large pheasant feathers sticking out of it at jaunty angles. The distance from the  tips of his feathers to the soles of his feet must have been all of eight feet. This was a sight that was, in many ways, remarkable. He forecast that the former President will win 60% of the vote in his states primary. A lady from the Persian studies department tells me that AI is having a huge impact on the jobs market for language graduates. Why hire a translator when you can have documents scanned and translated online ?


This morning the town full of Japanese teenagers. We're in peak 'open day' season for prospective students. Seems Japanese kids take their exams in March and want to know whether they've been accepted asap afterwards. Do they arrive independently from Japan or is there an educational company that arranges these trips ? Where do they stay and why are they up so early ? The boys all take photos and act as if they've known each other forever. The girls maintain an aloof distance from them .


Plenty of parking spaces this morning. The students are recovering from last nights excesses .


We have the small Italian cafe to ourselves.

9 comments:

Liz Hamblyn said...

My brother, born in NZ name is Alisdair, which to the best of my knowledge is an incorrect mixture how his name should be spelt. It is either Alistair or Alasdair. Quite how my parents came up this this spelling, I am not sure. My mother's maiden name was McIntyre.

WFT Nobby said...

A conversation with my cycling friends of Thursday revealed a common experience, that Burns Night events are very much a mixed bag, some thoroughly enjoyable, others dire...
The sight of the man with the pheasant-feathered Tam O'Shanter would have at least raised a smile, even if his poll prediction did not.
Cheers, Gail.

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
The streetscapes this morning look so crisp and clean... if dreich and cold! I've seen the Morning Glory (Arcus Formation) clouds down under. Sci-fi skies, once seen never forgotten. Quite different from the current ground to stratosphere wall of grey upon which the Hutch's windows currently gaze (buffetted by yet another gale). YAM xx

Lisa in France said...

I've looked at that Winslow Homer painting many times but never imagined the crows might get the fox.

jeannemarie said...

If you happen to see the eight foot tall MAGAt, tell him that American women are ‘upset’, and the former president will remain just that, FORMER. Thank you for a glimpse of Scotland!

Travel said...

I learned something on Friday, why Alexandria Virginia has a strong Scottish connection. During the Revolutionary War clergy from the Church of England, fell out of favor, and Scottish clergy were invited to replace them. There is a parade every fall to commemorate the connection.

Coppa's girl said...

A beautiful sunrise - I wonder how many were up and about to witness it!
I love the painting of the fox, but the story behind it saddened me - nature at it's cruellist.

Angus said...

Travel - Yes, we've heard about the Alexandria 'Scottishness'. After Culloden many Scots were exiled to the American Colonies. When the 1770's rolled around they and their offspring were among the most vociferous supporters of independence. Another example of the law of unintended consequences. Maybe next year we shall come to see the parade - and again enjoy the bar in the Jefferson.

Jake of Florida said...

Thank you for the glimpse of your Burns night! Certainly less glum than the event you showed us a few days ago.