4th
September 2019 (Tuesday)
.... 07.30 There’s a chilly air this
morning... 5c on the Ivy garden thermometer .... so very autumnal; but
the sun is
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| Bonnie autumn morning. |
shining brightly, there’s only a light westerly breeze, and I’m
feeling good. My hips and knees are
stiff but that will wear off when I get going. It looks like I could get some painting
done.... once the sun warms up the chilly air. At this moment the beach is calling me ...
I’ll have a short walk before breakfast.
20.00 Everyone has been commenting on how lovely
the weather has been today .... and rightly so;
it has been sunny and warm all
day. That’s Bonnie Scotland weather; miserable weather one day then sunny and warm
the next. Welll ... maybe not quite that ratio!
This
has been an eventful day. George was
going to Leven to have his eyes tested so I went with him for the run; I wanted to go to B ‘n Q’s. I also bought six bedtime reading books from
a Charity Shop in the High Street, and had coffee in Costa. The
Costa shop is north facing, so with it being such warm day, I went outside and
sat on one of the seats (being metal they are cauld on the butt) and ‘people
watched’. One thing I did notice was
that Leven still has its share of female smokers... some with
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| Wood pigeon on 'his' beach hut. |
‘real’ fags, and
others with the new electronic ones. For
some reason it also has more than its share of loud people: it was interesting watching Leven go by. I ended
up talking to a man who sat down to, like me, enjoy the sunshine. We both ‘people watched’ Leven. Then George came out, blinking like a rabbit
that’s bolted out of a dark burrow into bright sunlight: he’d had some kind of drops put into his eyes
for the test. We went to B ‘n Q’s then
home for lunch.
I
wasn’t long home when a lady came to the door:
she, (Margaret is her name), had been walking her dog on the beach and
had inadvertently locked the dog, and her car keys in the boot of the car. We contacted the AA who sent a mechanic
from Dunfermline: he, the mechanic, got the
car door unlocked and rescued the dog.
Unfortunately Margaret didn’t have a spare set of keys up here (she is
on holiday from England) and this was the only way we could get the dog out of
the car .... and
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| The Ferry High Street. |
Margaret into it. We’d
covered the car with a dust sheet to help keep the temperature down for the
dog. It all ended well .... and
Margaret had one of my infamous ‘Ivy Cottage’ coffee’s.... and her dog had a walk
round Ivy garden.
