The good news is that the host of the six am radio broadcast seems to have dropped his doom and gloom voice for something different. The bad news is that he's now adopted an austere style reminiscent of a Presbyterian undertaker. Another couple of weeks like this and his tone will be positively apocalyptic. We turn to the light relief of the music on Radio 3.
The weather, which has been wonderful, reverts to form. It's extremely windy and the rain buckets down in a cold Scottish version of the monsoon. We skip the beach and opt for a quick walk around town hoping to catch one of those rare moments when the downpour eases . Scurrying back to the car we pop into the shelter of the bakers for a wholemeal loaf.
It's a busy time for them. Mothers Day, St. Patricks Day and Easter all converging. Even the best selling fudge doughnuts have been repurposed and inscribed with the word 'Mum' and an uncharacteristically delicate small icing sugar flower. Closer examination shows that these flowers come in three colours.
We ( or more precisely Angus ) opt for two lime green St Patricks Day cupcakes.
To this is added two Easter chicks.
The Mothers Day cupcakes are rejected as being too outrageously floral. You need sunglasses just to look at them.
Over the last couple of days the bakers Hot Cross Buns have been given a 10/10 score by 'The Font'. No preservatives in these babies. Nestled quietly next to them on the shelf is something called an Easter Bun. The lady behind the counter isn't keen on them. She thinks they're crunchy and bland and not nearly as good as the Hot Cross ones. There is something austere and evangelical about their look.
The hotels , which have been empty, are filling up with parents coming to visit their offspring for Mothers Day. The golf courses are busy with fathers determined to play the Old Course. I spot 3 Bentleys parked on the street outside the bookstore. Bentleys are a sure sign that London parents are here. Locals tend to less flashy and more affordable vehicles - Volvos or Hondas.