under another sun

While springing out of bed at 9:30 making Lorraine and I tea at Burnside Cottage, I got the migraine spangles and had quite a wussy morning. We had a nice breakfast and I went back to bed. However, we zoomed off to catch a bus to St. Andrews at 1:30. It was steamy upstairs, and full of incredibly well behaved school kids.We had pleasant afternoon's lurk in St Andrews, and popped into the Gorgeous Cafe for cups of tea and two panini,  and looked in the wonderful bookshop, but this time nothing insisted it was worth carrying back to Seaford. Later had a cheeky coffee in a student filled bookshop. After dark and Jade had finished work she drove us straight to Anstruther. We hurried through the rain to the Bank, where Sam was being a magnificent barman, looking commanding and very handsome and his gym work paying off. Had a couple of drinks there, catching up with Jade before we said goodbye to Sam and made off to The Wee Chippy, for excellent fish and chips. It looks quite wee on the ...

Burnside Cottage is lovely, and the bed quite comfortable in a soft way, despite that I had a poor night's sleep. Lots of anxious dreams. A call first thing that one of Lorraine's aunts had died. So a bit of messaging, and Lorraine having to tell Maureen. We lifted the blinds shortly after dawn, which is later here, and opposite everything looked golden with lovely low light.  However improved once up and breakfasted. I spent the morning working on the Kenniad, Lorraine lurked with Sam.  I went for a bit of a walk with my camera but by then the sky was grey and all colour had leached away from the wee village of Kilrenny we were staying in. I went round to Sam's as he was leaving to gallop off to work and Lorraine and I walked to Anstruther. We passed Sam, visible for miles in his day glow uniform, talking to little children as they crossed. The job has quite a bit of responsibility on that busy road, Sam naturally takes his responsibilities entirely seriously. Lorraine try...

Jade working. Sam also doing his two shifts. A slowish start for us in our Roger Street, Cellardyke. Went for a stroll around Cellardyke, passing a blue plaque for Peter Smith, known as Poetry Peter born in 1847. Eventually mooched up to Kilrenny to chat to Sam between shifts. I snuck in a sleep too, as I am still feeling drained from this heavy chest cold.  Also much exercised by a poetry dilemma. I entered two poetry MS into two competitions -- the same MS but under two different names. I find myself shortlisted in both competitions, and am now excruciated by the idea that they might both win and I would have to explain to one what I had done, and be expelled in ridicule from the poetry world, with too many penalties on my poetic licence and so on. I find out next week. Sod's law says it will be the same day.   Once Jade was done, we went outside a pub in the weak Scottish evening sunlight and drank some beer, then made off a few yards to the Anstruther Fish Bar. Here we had...