Saturday, October 12, 2024

Monkfish, Arizonans and sunshine.

 

A wonderful sunrise this morning. The clouds have a peculiar 'finger print' look to them . Last night the Northern Lights did their thing  - again. For a while the reds and green  were reflected in the sea which was an almost 'psychedelic' experience. 


On our start of day walk we pass 4 runners and 8 dog walkers and their companions. We speak to the lady with the Pomeranian  and ask Archie the arthritic Labradors owner how her daughter is getting on at university in Seoul. " She says she's fine " the reassuring answer. Two students run across the sand , leap into the water and scream as the impact of the October North Sea makes itself felt.


The fishmonger  sells fried egg flavoured crisps. This is a first for both of us.


A large Monkfish greets customers with an ice filled smile.  We buy Lemon Sole, a Salmon tail, some dressed crab and two Halibut tranches.  The langoustine wave at us which Angus feels is mildly disconcerting. 


We stopped off at sunset for a drink in the Old Course Hotel to celebrate  another sunny, cloud free day. Come mid-October the nights start drawing in quickly so now is the time to enjoy the outdoors while we still can. The view from the fifth floor towards the sea and across the links to the clubhouse is arguably one of the golf worlds greatest. Next week there is a college golf championship with St Andrews pitted against Arizona, Howard and Northwestern. The University of Arizona youngsters have arrived early to acclimatize  and are standing at the window commenting in deferential tones on the sight before them. The young males settle in the bar. The young women head off to the practise range.


MIT on superweeds. The garden here is full of them :https://www.technologyreview.com/2024/10/10/1105034/weeds-climate-change-genetic-engineering-superweeds-food/

A song with a history sung in the European Parliament when Hungarys PM came to speak :https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=E4agkiTNA0M

Climate change and voters . Little interest :https://rogerpielkejr.substack.com/p/the-clean-energy-transitions-voter


8 comments:

WFT Nobby said...

Quite why the idea of fried egg flavoured crisps seems so utterly revolting, I'm not sure. After all we happily eat eggs with tattie scones or hash browns, and then there's the Spanish tortilla.
Cheers, Gail.
PS Thanks for the super weed article. Very interesting reading.

jabblog said...

I've never been adventurous in the crisps stakes - salted and salt and vinegar are my limit, so anything else just doesn't appeal.

Tigger's Mum said...

Like Gail I'm appreciative of the superweeds article. The conclusion that an answer lies in diversified farming practices is somehow reassuring. Monocultures are unsustainable and nature strives for diversity.

Stephanie said...

The pictures of a golden sunrise are appreciated on this rainy morning on the coast of Northern California.

Diaday said...

Your night ended with the Northern Lights and your day began with a beautiful sunrise. Both gorgeous light displays.

Coppa's girl said...

Your sunrise photos are beautiful. Somehow I seem to miss our sunrise, (though I'm up long before it's light at this time of year) but we've had a few sunsets just as dramatic as your photos, thanks to cloud cover forming during late afternoon. Our days, too, are very much shorter now and yesterday I was surprised just how quickly it was dark - within a few days our evening dog walk is now almost an hour earlier than it was just a couple of weeks ago.
Can't see the attraction of fried egg crisps at all, but presume they have a following. My favourites are ham flavoured, with just a taste of smokiness about them.

Lisa in France said...

The article on climate change was depressing. It is such a mystery to me why people are unable to get a grip on the seriousness of the issue, notwithstanding the fact it is now directly affecting people's lives. I was also surprised to read that people look at solar and wind in such different ways.

Linda said...

I remember being taught Bella Ciao on a trip to Italy with a riotous group of teachers from the area in France where I was an English language assistante. That was back in 1980.