A Mediterranean interlude.

16 degrees yesterday. This is as warm as it gets on many a summers day. By mid-afternoon the beach was busy with townsfolk and students enjoying the sunshine.  The braver students went swimming. The local restaurants, ever alert for ways to bring in the punters , have started advertising 'Thanksgiving' menus. These are hugely popular with homesick American teens. The locals think it decidedly odd that turkey should be eaten so close to Christmas.

Today, the weather forecast calls for grey skies . Instead we are greeted by a spectacular sunrise. The unexciting 1960's era apartment block down by the harbour  glows in an almost Mediterranean way. Welcome to Scotlands Santorini.

Mince pies make an appearance in the farm shop. Angus wonders what preservatives have been added to boost their shelf life and keep them edible until Christmas . Perhaps there are people who start eating mince pies early ?

Last of the summer strawberries. These appear on the counter next to tins of shortbread capped off with wee tartan bunnets.

One of our thrifty neighbours in town has left out a box of cooking apples at their front door. At quarter to seven the box was full. Quarter of an hour later it's nearly empty.

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Neighbour polling provides a variant perspective:https://x.com/blader/status/1854366739511030065

Who is devastated ?:https://x.com/dhmontgomery/status/1854227522428469573