On cloudless days there's always 'that' moment at dawn when the sun pops up above the horizon and the sky turns improbably red. This mornings 'pop up' moment is more improbable than usual.
Two bathers come haring out of the water to say hello. Discovering we have neither a ball to throw nor treats to dispense they move quickly on. The back of some dog owners car is about to be covered in sand and salt water.
The collegiate tournament has brought with it a large contingent of golfing fans. We see Texans in Stetsons. Others wear ' Ken Paxton for Texas Senate 2026 ' caps. Some sport those strange shoe lace neck ornaments that actors on Rawhide used to wear. The folks from Washington and Pennsylvania are less partisan than the Texans in their clothing choices but are equally fond of 'bright' hues.
Despite the town being busy with the golf tournament someone has cleverly scheduled this weekend as a 'come visit' time at the university. Next years aspirants are here in record numbers. This also means that there are a lot ( and I mean a lot ) of polite middle aged couples wandering around looking serious and attending workshops on module content. Their teenage youngsters have no interest in such things and look as if they'd like to start making new friends. The weather is obligingly mild. In the bakers an American mother announces to another American wannabees mother that ' this is as warm as Paris '. I feel like saying 'Sure honey' but restrain myself. Give it a few more weeks and it'll be clear that this ain't Paris.
This was an interesting read. The man was brilliant and privileged but deeply, deeply flawed. Perhaps the most positive things that can be said about him was that he was a bigot and a liar and oozed malignity. There was a time when he would have been remembered as the McCarthyist lawyer who persuaded the jury that Ethel Rosenberg should be executed but perhaps his greater claim to fame is to have been the mentor and guide to America's current President. The authors write with wit but don't pull their punches or try to sugar coat Cohn and his minimalist morality.
Back at the last wee house before Denmark the early flights from London and Dublin to Scandinavia are being routed directly overhead. They leave a wonderful Saltire in the sky. The Northern Lights have been busy the last few nights but it's been too cold to stand outside in the garden looking for them. We've been watching Celebrity Traitors instead which is absolutely riveting.
The words 'stab in the back' in all the Sunday papers. No prizes for guessing what that's all about.
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