Thursday, August 7, 2025

The year turning.

We started off the week knowing nothing about Charlamagne Tha God and Sydney Sweeney. How quickly we learn. I'm still not sure why either justifies being in the news. Trying to remain 'cool' and 'with it' as the birthdays pile up is a full time job.


Out here we watch the solitary male deer walk slowly through the potato field eating as he goes. With so much to graze on he's bulking up in front of our eyes. The local vet has been out to check up on the ewe that was bitten by the dog ten days ago. Both ewe and lamb are doing fine. They, and the rest of the herd, are almost invisible in the long grass. The vet has counted a dozen reed buntings on his walk out to here on the dunes. 


Snow globes a new addition to the souvenir shops windows. They aren't much of an improvement on the plastic figures of Mel Gibson as Braveheart reprising his Alba du grath role.


On the shelf above the snow globes three Highland Coos adopt a variety of cringeworthy poses.


The magazine rack in the supermarket leaves you in no doubt which country you're in.

After all the excitement with Puppy village life has settled back into a quieter tempo. This afternoon the community council has its quarterly meeting. One of us will go. I'm hoping it will be 'The Font'.


We detour to the good coffee street cafe to enjoy the sunshine and a decent Americano. The cafe owner pops out to tell us that Scottish school holidays end next week. This may explain why there are so many sad looking ten year olds around. The fun fair comes into town this weekend to give the youngsters a pre-school taste of excitement and excess. We dislike the funfair because it is an extremely noisy affair .

After three months during which it didn't get dark the nights are now drawing in quickly. Last night we were surprised to find that the moon was out by nine thirty. The year is turning.

2 comments:

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
Yes, the last week of school hols is showing in that every family is determined to make the most of the very fine playground at the end of West Bay prom - even it if means souwesters and wellies! YAM xx

Lisa in France said...

You are right about Charlamagne Tha God and Sydney Sweeney. I avoided anything beyond the headlines on the Sydney Sweeney thing for a couple of days, but it got me in the end. I am married to an enthusiastic sleep talker, so that article was interesting for me and reassuring for him.