Sand castles.

Another perfect morning. Some clouds over the hills to the north but apart from that the sky is clear. The church elder is doing a wee bit of weeding in his garden before heading off to open up for the Sunday morning service. On this windswept coast the church elders garden is a colourful wonder made possible by careful tending and judicious planting of wind breaks.  "Hope we get a good sermon today" he says by way of greeting. This is the sort of small talk you'd expect to find in a Jane Austen novel. He's wearing a beanie hat and his gardening clothes. These  give him a whimsical look not unlike one of  the flowerpot men. His jumper has a large hole on the left hand side which once you notice it is something you can't ignore. It seems to be held together by faith.  Four plump labradors head off with their owners along the track that runs to the heron pond. The labradors run with that well fed contentment peculiar to labradors. The Irish woman pauses to tell us that a television company is in town to record a series about building sand castles. This sounds improbably dull. We shall wander down there this afternoon to see what it's all about. 

Last year was a bad year for butterflies. The cold and damp of the summer storms made life difficult for them. This year they're thriving and loving life. The warm, calm weather has them out in droves. Down by the waters edge there's a fifty or sixty small pale blue ones the size of a 5p piece. They seem to love the bluebells.

Good weather means weddings. An American girl is marrying a Scottish boy and the car carrying bride and father has arrived too early. They do a detour round town. The back roof is down and the brides veil cascades out in the wind behind her. A group of tourists outside the Italian cafe cheer.

A chocolate shop is opening up in the premises where the discount pharmacy used to be. The town needed a proper chocolate shop. There used to be one on the other side of the road but the owners have converted the retail space into a mini cafe and the chocolate display has been downgraded.. 

Captured innocence. This is beautiful . The last line lingers :https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/812314-lies-i-ve-told-my-3-year-old-recently-trees-talk

Played on the car radio this morning. I've never understood the lyrics  :https://youtu.be/HnhrBGzcN3Q?t=70

And thank you to Fi in New Zealand for reminding us of this event 15 years ago. How can time have flown by so quickly ? : https://wilfanddigby.blogspot.com/2010/05/there-will-be-laughter-and-mischief-in.html