Thursday, April 2, 2026

Congressional tourists, a limestone surprise and a busy farmhouse.

Scotlands tourism is enjoying an Easter boost. The great and the good are in Edinburgh. Not everyone approves: :https://www.tmz.com/2026/04/01/taxpayers-sponsor-congress-scotland-vacation/?adid=social-tw  Tonight some of them may be at the bar by the 16th hole on the Old Course. What a small world.

Janan Ganesh in the Financial Times is always worth reading. This morning his column contains a psychological take on the man who gave a speech last night. The opening paragraph sets the tone .

The American boyfriend of the farmers daughter has arrived for Easter. The two of them travelled up from Oxford yesterday and were met at the airport by the farmers wife. The Range Rover was due to be washed for the occasion but the youngest son - who is now on his Easter school holidays -  never got round to it. The farmers wife seems satisfied with the guest. He's apparently 'very tall , very polite and has short hair and an American accent'. The dogs have accepted him which is a major plus.  I'm guessing the poor lad is absolutely petrified . The farmer has a certain Presbyterian dourness at the best of times. What he must be like with his daughters 'boyfriend' doesn't bear thinking about.

Down on the beach three metal detectorists are beavering away. Every so often we pass a small pile of disturbed sand where they've dug down to find something. What is it they unearth ? Small change ? Bottle caps ? Or, do they unearth unexpected  treasures from far away ?


In the other direction, away from the sun, the beach is quite quite empty. The shoreline here reminds me of Kiawah on the South Carolina coast but without the people ... or the warmth.


Back out in the village the municipal archaeologist is examining the remains of the  standing stone the farmer recently unearthed. Its now been dragged up to a corner of the field up by the farm track where it can't get in the way of the harvesting.


Everything around here is either sandstone or whinstone . However, this rock is limestone. If it was a standing stone it would have stood out like a lightning bolt in the landscape . The original colour and texture can be seen in the sections of the rock that have broken in two.

8 comments:

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
Now, Angus, I can feel my dear departed friend, Gail, turning uncomfortably at your calling Limestone as White Sandstone! One might as well call chalk as cheese... That aside, interesting to see the damage caused by the plough, and intrigued by what this means about the soil levels, if this is only appearing now... YAM xx

sillygirl said...

I so enjoy your photos of the beach on your morning walks - a calming way to start my day. Thanks.

Travel said...

Maybe you will meet the boyfriend over the holiday.

Lisa in France said...

Bush's piece is good. I actually voted for him the first time around in part because of his promise to carry out a "humble" foreign policy. That didn't work out so well, but maybe he's been rethinking?

Anonymous said...

Your "Presbyterian dourness" comment immediately carried me back to 1972, when my future husband arrived at my parents' home and encountered my Dad in the front yard. He approached my Dad and asked if I was at home; my father walked away from him! Poor 21 year old future husband took it in stride and calmly knocked on the door, continuing on as if nothing had happened.
Nina

Diaday said...

The Serpent Mound is 1.5 hours from where I live. It has always been a mystery, kind of like Stonehenge. People visit the Serpent Mound during the equinoxes and solstices. The sun aligns with the serpent's head during the summer solstice sunset and with the serpent's tail for the winter solstice sunrise. Thanks for the article. It's time for a visit again.

Anonymous said...

Best wishes for the Farmer’s daughter and the lad from the US. A good sign that the dogs have accepted him!
JoAnn in Maryland

Jim Davis said...

If the dogs have accepted him that's a good start. That first paragraph is a gem.