Sunday, November 15, 2026

The cabbages are harvested.

80 years old and still singing. A happy sound played on the radio this morning :https://x.com/AlexTran677026/status/2121658456017080804


The farmers eldest son and his daughter are back home. Sunrise reveals four tractors down by the cabbage patch. Even the farmers wife is driving one. The farmer and his wife are advocates  of the 'if you want more money you can jolly well help around the farm' approach to their childrens higher education. 


Christmas trees make an appearance in town. For some inexplicable reason students are keen buyers of Christmas trees. Practicality dictates that these have to be small enough to fit into a dorm room or a small apartment.


The golf end of town is empty bar for a group of Americans who think the Old Course should be open on a Sunday. They have driven up from Edinburgh and are surprised to discover that it is closed on the 'Lords Day'. I feel like telling them that there's a marvellous new invention called Google that would enable them to check up on opening times. However, some comments are best kept to ones self. 


Crows and gulls coexist peacefully both on the beach. One species must do something for the other to justify this mateyness. What could it be ?

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