Scaffolding.

Posted late. The power people have been working on the village electricity connection and it has irritatingly been on and off all day. Every time I've tried to access Blogger the power has disappeared. We're now heading down to London for 'The Fonts' birthday.

The local inn has a warm welcoming bar. Just what is needed on a brisk June evening on the Scottish coast.

We're left wondering when was the last time anyone asked for a Moscow Mule ?  A group of eight American golfers in the Snug are working their way through the whisky shelf.  They're three malts down with five more to go. The golfers have ordered chicken burgers which are an unusual feature on a Scottish pub menu. The chef, who comes out to sat hello, has discovered that chicken burgers are a thing with visitors and students. During term time he can sell up to 300 on a Saturday night. It seems that demand for chicken burgers is growing while sales of burgers are falling.

The garden store is open but there's no one about. We're looking for some climbing roses. We'll try again tomorrow.

The window and door fitters have finished and gone.  They've done an excellent job. While we're out some scaffolding is delivered to the courtyard. We discover , after several phone calls, that this was dropped off in an 'administrative error'. The scaffolding has come all the way up from Edinburgh ( they must have set off at seven ) and to Edinburgh it will eventually return. The exact timing of its removal remains, for now, vague.