The farmers irrigation system hard at work in the potato field. Every five or so minutes it does a full 360 turn. As it does so the water hits the roof of the wee car with a therump therump that wakes us up and scares off the pigeons at the bird feeders.
A strange linear cloud formation in the sky above town. The Font' thinks the clouds are very high and wispy. We take this as a sign that the weather must be about to change.
End of term means wedding time. This morning 'Joanie's Flooer's' already hard at work in the chapel.
The usual cast of dog walkers on the beach. The taciturn Chinese gentleman says 'Good Morning'. Breaking the ice has only taken two and a half years. Surely this takes inscrutability to whole new levels ?
A group of students are doing something 'studenty' down by the bandstand. We stand and watch them for a while before leaving. We're none the wiser as to what is going on.
For those in the know the signs of the end of term exodus are appearing everywhere. Vans from the storage company that packs the contents of student rooms are out in force. The taxi companies are on the busy side of hectic. In restaurants the golfers have been joined by parents here to collect their offspring. Hotel car parks are full of luggage swallowing Range Rovers. At the cafe facing the bandstand a young couple are sitting side by side in that overly romantic way teenagers do. They peer mournfully into their lattes. She red eyed and holding onto his wrists as if her life depends on it. After the trauma of exams comes the realisation they're going to be separated for the summer. He looks unconcerned as if he wants to say ' It's only for three months ' or ' we can talk on the phone ' but something at the back of his mind is warning him that logic is not the best - or expected - emotional response. Teenage males quickly learn that at moments like this the all purpose 'grunt' is worth its weight in gold. Not all education is taught in the classroom.
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The sight of the potato field is somehow very soothing (assuming you're not being awakened by the sprinkler). On the other hand, the link about Jeff Bezos's yacht came as a shock, as in "we've seen that ugly boat"! We live about twenty minutes inland from Cannes and go there a couple of times a month. There are often cruise ships anchored offshore, but the last time we were there, we saw this enormous boat that was a sort of ungainly hybrid of motor yacht and tall ship. Now I understand. We're actually going to Cannes again today to pick up some glasses my husband ordered, while Charlie visits the groomers, so I'll look to see if it's still there. Assuming we can find a place to park with the Festival still in full swing.
Having just been out watering 4 rows of tatties with a watering can, I'm envious of the farmer's sprinkler system. No hosepipe ban here in Moray yet, but I'm trying to be civic-minded and heed the advice to use water considerately.
Hari OM
Having lived in water-deprived countries for forty something of my sixty six, I have never lost the water-saving techiniques learned there in my decade back in the usually water-logged Bonny Land. For example, drain the washing machine into a bucket/barrel and use that for the garden. Switch to eco powders or liquids and that's another positive step then the grey water is perfectly usable. Same goes for kitchen sink water. There is no doubt there is something of a drought situation, though. Was at Edinburgh Botanic Gardens yesterday and it's looking a tad parched... YAM xx
Some young love endures those long summers, some does not.
I wonder how many of the summer wedding marriages last. Love's young dream can turn into a nightmare once the reality of work strikes home.
What a juxtaposition of admiring the farmer’s neatly-planted rows to reading about Jeff Bezos and his shameless display of wealth. Disgusting!
I could not help wondering how much it's going to cost to replace that ships figurehead after Jeffie kicks her to the curb for a younger variant. I imagine a lot more than all the body augmentation she's had done.
The yacht and the flaunting of wealth is so offensive… and finding out it is called Koru is particularly galling. Narcissism seems to get away with anything these days…
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