A frustrated whimpering from the garden gate indicates we have a visitor.
Puppy is all fired up and ready to get the day started. She accompanies us to the heron pond where she sees a rabbit. We last see her heading at speed in one direction while the rabbit heads, at speed, in another.
What, from a distance, looks like a gathering of hardy Baptists turns out to be a large group of students out paddle boarding. What better way to make new friends than braving the North Sea before breakfast ? Inhibitions soon disappear as the frigid water shocks the system. Even from a distance we can hear the sound of laughter. With each passing day the faces on the street get younger and younger. The towns age profile is rapidly heading towards a number somewhere in the low twenties. A few weeks ago it was a multiple of that. Some routines stand the test of time and running along this particular beach is on every newbies bucket list :https://youtu.be/bgO0XA3LkYM?t=60
No one waiting to tee off on the Old Course this morning. This is most unusual. A good murder mystery could be written around the concept of the missing golfers and the empty fairway. Have they slept in ? Maybe they're coming by cab and are delayed ?
Burgers and a glass of Veuve Cliquot being advertised outside a bar. We initially think this is designed for students but few students would pay $40 for a burger or choose Champagne by name. We think the target audience is more likely to be fathers enjoying a few hours of peace and quiet while the rest of the family are doing 'essential' pre-semester shopping.
The houses on the cliff tops are passed on in families from generation to generation. The last time I saw one on the market was well over twenty years ago. The views onto the sea must be spectacular. This one has a Chinoiserie portico that we rather admire for is understated good taste.
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