Sunday, December 22, 2024

Christmas music #20 :

The electrician returns with the replacement BMW battery charging unit. To his irritation - and ours - the new one doesn't work either. Looks like we will continue to be petrol driven until the New Year.

Sunday morning. The dog walkers are out on the beach by the pier. Dogs and humans seem oblivious to the 60 mph winds. In fact the dogs seem to think a gale is the perfect way to start a day. The gusts reached 80 mph last night and whistled and banged the gutters at the last wee house before Denmark  like a heavy footed dervish.


In weather like this the lobster boats are safely moored in the harbour. Two of the flats that face the water now have Christmas lights decorating their balconies. As the absentee landlords return for the holidays I would expect this number to grow. St Andrews residents tend to be rather coy in their festive decorations. This is not true of the rest of the country which veers to the Blackpool Illuminations school of lighting. The farmer at the crossroads is BIG on turqoise and purple fairy lights - a  colour combination otherwise unknown in nature.


With most visitors gravitating towards the golf course and the 5 star hotels the university end of St Andrews remains surprisingly quiet(ish) until nine o'clock when the shops open. A mini bus is disgorging a group of Spanish tourists outside the small hotel facing the chapel. What they are doing, or planning to do, in the semi dark hours in the off season is beyond comprehension. The hotel doorman greets them with an aloofness that suggests his morning nap has been interrupted.


The shoe repair and key cutting shop has decorated their mechanical cobbler as one of Santas elves. It hammers away endlessly in their window. This seasonal wardrobe change is an incontrovertible indicator that the festive season is now in full swing.


The grumpy gentleman ( I think we can all agree that this notice has all the hallmarks of a gentleman of a certain age ) who usually writes excruciatingly bad poetry has posted up a new missive on the town notice board. His ire is now focused on the powers that be that run the golf course.


Hard to upstage the pageantry of this. The use of mobile phones is notable. Christmas music #20 :https://youtu.be/Hhrjxix3pAE?t=6

The photos don't do it justice but this if the first mosque to be designed by a woman. It is very beautiful and , on the inside, ethereally peaceful ( which is what I guess any religious space should be or at least aim for ) :https://yabangee.com/the-sakirin-mosque/

An interesting piece of writing - included here for its novelty - that looks at how literature, 'halucigenic' AI and a dead Mexican poet describe the moon :https://willdowd.substack.com/p/the-oak-moon-2024

This seemed a sensible Italian take on China :https://www.ispionline.it/en/publication/china-2025-peak-or-deal-with-trump-195327


6 comments:

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari Om
Hmmm...could be a full reinstallation coming to a garage near you by the sound of it. Deep breaths. YAM xx

Camille said...

All the phones....arrrgh! Makes me cranky that so many just cannot enjoy an experience but must capture and record. (And frequently ruin it for others nearby)

On a lighter note, I just happily went down the rabbit hole that is Will Dowd's Lunar Dispatch newsletters. Delightful, and his archives will keep me entertained for quite some time. Thank you!

Angus said...

I've just read the article under the moon links about Zora Neale Hurston - an author I'd never heard of. " I want a busy life and a just mind ". Amazing how substack is blooming.

Travel said...

Maybe if we wore fur, the wind on the beach would be more fun.

Lisa in France said...

So frustrating about the car! I love my dog, but I don't think I could quite muster the spirit to hit the beat in mid-winter with 60 mph winds. Come to think of it, I'm not sure Charlie could either. For a quiet time in St. Andrews, you are certainly keeping us all entertained and challenged. It is a blessing to be able to peek at these links while taking a break from wrapping presents.

Anonymous said...

Our roof blew off once in 60 mile an hour winds! Yikes. The wind's effect on the ocean - to completely flatten it out is something I've never seen. I enjoyed the moon article. What a gift to be home from hospital, hooked up to machines and be able to write like that :). The phones in the church service made me want to write a cranky note such as your neighbor's!