A large flock of geese come over the estuary and land inelegantly in the wheat field outside the last wee house before Denmark. The sound of their honking carries all the way from the rock stacks by the 5 star hotels golf course. I'm too busy looking at them to notice two young deer standing, yards away, in the long grass by the cauliflower field. They are even more surprised than I am and turn tail and head off towards the cover of the gorse by the heron pond. The village and its inhabitants are quietly preparing for their turn of the year routines.
Horses on the beach. Lots of them. This morning they're galloping. Two miles one way and two miles back. After that a long slow trot through the water. Dog owners sensibly keep their companions on their leads.
Something simultaneously exotic and mundane flowering in the wild flower meadow by the sheep field.
The Royal and Ancient are having their committee meeting. The car park once again showing a hierachy that makes it quite clear there is only one God around here. Committee meetings mean the arrival of identi-kit men of a certain age in blazers, grey trousers, blue club ties and white shirts. These angels and archangels of the golfing world also have their allotted, but not so grand, parking spaces.
The theatre, home over the summer for conjurers, comedians and 'light music' performers now turns its head towards the return of the students and weightier offerings. The lunchtime music concerts ( part of 'The Fonts' routine ) are also starting up again. Tonights offering is, it seems, a UK and Ireland premiere. The small print informs us that ' audiences are invited on a journey where original compositions are interwoven with electronic loops to tell old stories anew'. I'm certain the students will love it.
7 comments:
Your exotic but mundane flower is Viper's Bugloss, I'm pretty sure.
I'd opt for watching horses galloping on the beach over an evening of 'Morag, you're a long time deid'....
The testosterone Ted talk was interesting. I just listened too it while attempting to hand strip Nobby's furs and started to wonder if a female dog might not attempt to nip my hand so frequently...
Cheers! Gail.
Hari Om
Yes to the Vipers Bugloss. And that poster was spotted plastered everywhere in Edinburgh during the Fringe, recently, so am guessing there were plenty left over. Premiere tour, certainly. YAM xx
Galloping horses are a stirring sight.
You live an enviable life.
There is a great review of the Kildrummy in this month’s Homes and Interiors Scotland. I am tempted to book, but the price has more than tripled since 2019
What a beautiful sunrise!
I doubt the meetings are fun or interesting.
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