Saturday, June 13, 2026

Dog centric behaviour.

The six thirty am crowd down by the first tee are remarkably affable. They take group photos, slap each other on the back, bring out pictures of grandchildren and greet other with the surprised line "You guys from the States too ?". The service, or lack of it, on United and American is compared with partisan passion.  " We got our flights on miles " said annoyingly. These incomers excitement about playing the home of golf is palpable. The blue skies and warm weather help. Large black BMW limousines owned by Glasgow Chauffeur Drive companies deposit guests off the overnight flights  at the 5 star hotels. The arrival of the limousines is an indicator we're moving into 51st state tourism season. Those enormous Volvo rental cars with the latest '26' registrations and boots large enough for golf bags are everywhere. Three of them are parked outside chapel in spaces reserved for this mornings wedding ceremonies. The drivers have ignored the 'No Parking' signs. The college porters are not pleased. Four gentlemen park outside the club house. They are in a bronze Range Rover which can't have been cheap to hire. A club steward quickly tells the driver to move on , which he coyly does.

On the second tee one gentleman drops his club and rushes over to talk to two ladies out walking a pack of Huskies. He is clearly a dog person and the Huskies are overjoyed to meet him. One stands on its hind legs and gives him a lick. The three other members of his foursome shout our " Hurry up Scott. We don't have all day ". They play on. We heartily approve of this gentlemans dog centric behaviour.


We have the beach pretty much to ourselves although the solitary figure of the lady with the Pomeranian can be seen half a mile ahead of us. This pre-tourist quiet time is a joy although graduation time with its processions and parties is even more joyful.


This morning it's the turn of the fish and chip shop to be spruced up ahead of the graduation ceremonies.


We visit the wee house in town. Friends from America are due to arrive next week. The roses have grown wild in the sun and their scent hits us as soon as we step out onto the terrace. We both agree that what should be a sun trap of a garden has turned into a jungle. The lady who looks after it was here a week ago. We phone and ask her to come back again - urgently. It is a time when pruning needs to be replaced by lopping. The young sparrows who are nesting in the gutters flutter in and out of the climbing roses. It is a source of amazement just how much noise a group of sixty or so young sparrows can make.
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