Saturday, May 25, 2024

Limos , sausage rolls and fashionable kilts.


Signs and protective railings going up around town. The ducks are nesting. We tiptoe by.

Three lads emerge from Greggs with double orders of sausage rolls. Eating a sausage roll for breakfast is something best left to sixteen year old digestions. One of the boys has a Saltire woven into his kilt. You'd expect someone wearing a kilt to be Scottish so is this cultural adornment 'overkill' ? I've never seen anything like it before. Angus does not approve.

Lots of tour groups. As in scores of them. This is the busiest the town has been all year.  We can only imagine these are wannabe students ( and their parents ) preparing to apply for admission to the university in September 2025. 

Last night the restaurant we went to was solid with German couples dressed a tad too fashionably for these northern climes. The youngsters at the expensive school down by the cathedral have finished their final exams are now being collected by their parents and driven home. The school seems to be very popular with Germans wanting to send their children somewhere safe to learn English.

The local garden centre has taken delivery of an unusual brass garden ornament. Will it sell ? Who would buy it ? Where would you put it ?

We go to Starbucks for a morning espresso. While we're sitting at the table outside a large black electric limousine from one of the local 5 start hotels arrives. An immaculately dressed golfer gets out of the back, heads inside, orders a coffee and then re-emerges ( clutching his large Americano ) and tells the driver to take him to the Old Course. People watching in a small town like this is a delight. You have students, locals, academics, foreign visitors and ( in summer ) the 1%. Life is never dull.


Travel said...

The 1% and a rare disapproval from Angus, a rare morning indeed,

Coppa's girl said...

I'm probably the only one, but I rather like the brass garden ornament. Who wouldn't want a pig with a supercilious smirk in their garden? I have just the place to put it....
Saltire woven into a kilt - a definite no-no - whatever next.
Must confess that here we keep as far away as possible from the tourists!

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
The Saltired kilt is rather poor taste, I agree... however, like CG, I am quite drawn to the brass piggy... even though I have no garden or room in the van! YAM xx

Stephanie said...

The care taken to protect the nesting ducks is touching.

The Bougalou Bear said...

I am with CG and Yam Auntie, and own to having my own slightly smug-looking piggy ornament. It takes place of pride under my porch and goes by the name Pickles.

Not being, even remotely Scottish, I must confess I had to look up Saltire.
Am I disqualified as a reader of the blog?

Jake of Florida said...

Me too. Had to look up Saltire.

Gemma's person said...

Do you sometimes feel as if you are living in a movie?
The brass pig , depends on the size it is. A wanna be farmer, a couple who loves pigs, who would love to see a pig every day , yet not have to feed it nor clean up after it, a retired farmer.It would make them smile and yes it will sell.
I hope not to be banned, and I love learning something new...having to look up Saltire. I am keen to learn new things. It has happened so many times reading your blog.

Angus said...

Bougalou Bear, Jake of F, Gemma's p - You are all forgiven. One sees a lot of Saltires in Scotland but rarely if ever elsewhere ( the exception being Charleston SC ).