Tuesday, June 11, 2024

A meticulous packer.

A low of 7 and a high of 14 forecast for today. That's decidedly chilly. Our plans to have dinner in the garden , once again, put on hold. The election campaign rumbles on with each side miraculously promising more and better services without raising taxes.

On the beach the lady with the two black labradors stops to tell us that her daughter is graduating from Edinburgh in three weeks time. We barely know the woman but she's clearly very excited. We discuss places to park in peak tourist season. The daughter is off to Osaka on an EFL teaching assignment at the end of July. Mother will be joining her for two weeks in March. " I've told my husband that if I've got to sit in a plane for twelve hours I'm going business ".


This morning we pass a golfer who is a meticulous packer and who is oblivious to the fact his golf clubs and suitcases are blocking the pavement .  We silently marvel at the precision with which he's laying out his shoes in the back of the car. This is not the 'throw things in and hope for the best' approach to packing.


By the harbour a dog leaps balletically into the water in chase of a duck.  It's owner shouts out ' Come back ' in ever more strident tones. The dog, as all dogs do, suffers from selective hearing impairment. The duck remains unperturbed and the dog remains mischeviously in the water.


We walk back up the hill to open up the house for the carpet fitters. The sun has gone and the clouds are starting to build. The chapel choir , heading off for the daily graduation service, slow our progress. A Canadian man wanders up and asks where he can get a 'strong' cup of coffee. From inside the chapel the unmistakable sound of  Auld Lang Syne being sung. Happy parents are  taking photos and walking on the freshly cut grass . Some, like the Canadian man, are nursing hangovers.

6 comments:

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari Om
Don't you just love the spontaneous conversations on offer when out and about? Yesterday I had three lengthy and entirely different interactions as I walked around Drumpellier park - one of which was a fellow who teaches ESL to refugees, another a lady out on her first walk since her stroke (we compared rollators), and the other with a postlady which got deep into religion via crochet... but all three sparked by me wanting dog time with their pooches! YAM xx

WFT Nobby said...

Yesterday in Edinburgh, many spontaneous conversations while climbing Arthur's Seat, as Nobby soaked up the love from the hordes of excited 'Swifties' who had stayed on a couple of days to see the city. Impossible not to find all the positivity quite heartwarming.
As for parking, thankfully my friends in Newington were able to point me to a suitable spot!
Cheers, Gail.

Lisa in France said...

And now we have a French election to look forward to as well. It's really quite a time, thank heavens for dogs and other friendly beasts.

Coppa's girl said...

Having enlarged the photo of the dog who jumped balletically into the water, it would seem to be either a Labrador or a Golden Retriever. Personal experience of both breeds tells me that no amount of shouting "Come back" will work. I used to receive looks that definately said "I'll come when I'm ready" and even waving treats was rarely effective!

rottrover said...

Thankful for the This American Life link. One of the great podcasts. I will listen on my way home from "wine country" today. And yes, it's a little scary here in the US.

srgb said...

Its almost the middle of winter for us in NZ at 4pm its 13 degrees and I think its cold too, the heater should have been on earlier.
Luv the photos you post.