Saturday, February 14, 2026

Sunshine at last.

The sad death of that actor from Dawson's Creek the third story on the morning news. The show seemed so worldly wise and uber chic and boundary challenging at the time but would probably appear searingly tame to todays teenagers. 


After six biblical weeks of gales and layer upon layer of cloud the skies brighten and the sun comes out.  On our walk down to the beach we see the first lark of the year hovering over the bluff. This is a cause for celebration. There are also a group of Stonechats darting in and out of the brambles. The sunshine has kicked nature into overdrive. The farmers sixteen year old has dutifully picked up and buried the puffins and auks. This has presumable boosted his summer travel fund.


Students who have been dorm bound since the start of the semester reappear.


Tables at the pavement cafes are busy with laughing youngsters. They bring the town alive. Some brave souls sunbathe on the college lawns. They drink Red Bull from cans and laugh and enjoy themselves. We think about how cold and wet the grass must be. 


The flags of the Six Nations are up in the Tiger/Timberlake sports bar. A notice on the front door informs potential customers that it is completely sold out for the Calcutta Cup - as are all the other watering holes in town. We think of going out for dinner but the chances of getting a table anywhere on Valentines Day are south of zero. Dining in a room full of amorous teenagers who want to get the food part of the evening out of the way as soon as possible can generate jealousy irritation in older diners .

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