Having been over a Leven on the bike yesterday I did not feel like a long trip today, so I though I would give St Andrews a second chance at hearing the ‘Good News’.
The weather was simply brilliant, a joy to be out, locals and visitors alike must have thought so too, for they were out in their hundreds.
The spot chosen was up on top of the sea cliff by the cathedral, looking out to sea and watching a dozen dinghies racing around the buoys.
Fulmars nest on the cliff here and were very active today, racing across the cliff face on slender wings, gliding in the up draught from the cliff. Puffins too, much less elegant on stubby wings, more flap than glide to stay aloft. High in the clear blue skies House-martins did their own special brand of aerobatics, feeding on the wing.
This is a popular walk from the harbour to castle and so it proved today. The tricycle always attracts attention
and I was surprised how many people came over to read my poster setting out what would have happened if all those that voted SNP on the list in Fife (and gained not one MSP seat) had voted Alba last time out.
I almost lost my satire to a young lass who was intent on taking it home with her. The canon, in the photograph, I’m please to say, never fired a shot in anger, (don’t tell anyone, but they are made from fibreglass).
Keep safe, Walter.