Strange. The blog has gone for 15 years without the comment section being anything other than entirely civil. There's been a change. Over the last three weeks I'm having to go and delete the occasional violent tirade. These are always anonymous and heavy on 'Anglo-Saxon' vocabulary .The post about the 'Canada's not for sale' hats seems to have been particularly incendiary. To be called a 'Canada lover' is , I'm guessing from the rest of the ( now deleted ) comment, not a term of endearment.
Life here on the North Sea falls into two distinct phases. The wind and rain battered hibernatory phase between late November and late February and the days of stunning sunrises and lingering sunsets that last for the rest of the year. We're now, thankfully, clawing our way back into this second phase . Last night we spend £6 to watch a showing of Six degrees of separation at the Film Society. 'The Font' enjoyed it although my abiding memory is that not all student lecture theatre seats are comfortable. I'd also forgotten that Will Smith was in it.
St Andrews is a town of gates that lead to places the tourists rarely explore. The railings outside the chapel cast a gloriously geometric triangular shadow .
