The helicopter.

Monday morning. We have visitors at the front door. They know not to bark but the occasional short sharp 'yap' alerts us to their presence.

The two sisters lead us down to the shore. They chase hare - ineptly. The third, and eldest, doesn't join us. She's at an age where she prefers to stay near the warmth of the farmers AGA.

In the garden shop four new notices have been put up on the wall in the lobby. They list what teenagers can't buy.  Presumably all these notices are indicative of some sort of police crackdown. Who knew that you had to be 18 to buy an axe ?

There's a large Coastguard helicopter busy flying low along the shore. It passes us heading towards the leisure centre and the harbour. Five minutes later it passes us going in the opposite direction. Few students hoping for a lie in are going to be able to ignore its bone jingling hrrump hrrump hrrump noise.

The helicopter stops and hovers over the skerries on the far side of the castle. It must stay like this for a full ten minutes. Eider ducks and Fulmers scatter under the down wash of the rotor blades. The helicopters presence acts as a damper on  our walk.  Has a surf boarder misread the strength of the tides ? Has someone slipped from the cliff top ? Today , 'The Font' observes, is the first full day of exams.

The golf course busy.  Caddies in their blue gilets out providing stroke by stroke advice to visiting players.

So starts a Monday morning in a small university town far up on the North Sea coast. On our way back to the car we see what appears to be the new fast Anstruther life boat coming at high speed into the bay. Let's hope that's good news. By this time tonight we'll know what the story is.

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