Seasons.

More hints of autumn. The sun not rising until well after five. The endless light of a northern summer slowly fading. This morning it's bright but cold. The farmer is out  with his combine harvesting the field down by the heron pond. Out on the horizon a large gin palace of a cruise liner drifts slowly by. It's on its way to Tromso. When the ship last passed by it was hot and sunny and the passengers could have imagined they were in the Caribbean.  This mornings passengers aren't going to make that mistake. 

The Californian ladies at the golf tournament are here in force. Private jets were flying into Dundee airport all day on Saturday - Gulfstreams for the big teams, Learjets for the smaller ones. We stand in the garden and watch them. The last wee house before Denmark seems to be a marker for the pilots to lower their undercarriages on final approach. The tournament had practice rounds yesterday afternoon and the event kicks off in earnest today. 1st prize is $7.3 million. We will avoid going into town for the next week, The place is PACKED.

A lobster fisherman comes back into harbour. He's followed in by an enormous flock of hungry gulls. There is 'robust' demand for lobster during golf tournaments.

Bean to cup coffee makes an appearance at a small cafe by the harbour. 'Cafe' is perhaps too strong a word. It's a house and someone is selling ice creams and beverages from a ground floor window. This is a very sensible approach to monetizing their location on the waters edge.  I wonder how many Affogato's they sell. Perhaps the European tourists are keen on them ?

At the farm shop mushrooms reappear . Earlier in the week they ran out.

I'm not sure what this says about humans :https://www.zmescience.com/other/videos/drunken-monkeys-bbc-redone/

Armagnac and prune ice cream :https://berthillon.fr/