A Little Fishy

12.6C with lots of sunny sunshine. Light breeze.

A lovely sunrise today.

Much to my surprise a driver came from the Citroen dealer/garage around 9.30 am to pick up my car. I had been expecting a call yesterday to arrange it but the call never came. They had called on Monday to let me know a part hadn't arrived so they wouldn't collect the car on Monday evening for work to be done on Tuesday and said they would call to rearrange. The driver left the car he had come in on our driveway and off he went in mine.

Maeve and I went for a walk after lunch. We went up to the church then continued out along the country road to Scryne. We turned right at Craigmill farm and went down the track to the shore road. We came back along the cycle path then went down to the beach at Westhaven via the road bridge over the railway. We wandered along the beach to the fishermen's huts and had a potter around.

For Abstract Thursday another dinghy hull was the starting point for this image which turned out a little fishy after a while in PSE :-)

DMC-LX7 f/2.8 1/640 sec. ISO-80 7mm (35mm focal length 44mm)

We came back along East Row then back over the road bridge over the railway then carried on round in a long loop heading into Carnoustie and up the main road before turning along for home.

I have had a call from the Citroen dealer this afternoon. Their salesman who lives at the other end of Carnoustie (who was to collect my car on Monday) will bring my car back this evening after work and go home in the car the driver left here this morning. If it had all gone to their original plan I would have been pleased and quite impressed. In the end I am as disappointed in them as I have been most times I have had my car(s) in for servicing and/or an MOT. The old Scots phrase "they couldnae run a menage (pronounced menodge)" springs to mind !

I found this poem online today and thought it worth sharing ...

Nation’s Ode to the Coast
 by Dr John Cooper Clarke
 
A big fat sky and a thousand shrieks
The tide arrives and the timber creaks
A world away from the working week
Où est la vie nautique?
That’s where the sea comes in …
 
Dishevelled shells and shovelled sands,
Architecture all unplanned
A spade ‘n’ bucket wonderland
A golden space, a Frisbee and
The kids and dogs can run and run
And not run in to anyone
Way out! Real gone!
That’s where the sea comes in …
 
Impervious to human speech, idle time and tidal reach
Some memories you can’t impeach
That’s where the sea comes in
A nice cuppa splosh and a round of toast
A cursory glance at the morning post
A pointless walk along the coast
That’s what floats my boat the most
That’s where the sea comes in …
 
Now, voyager – once resigned
Go forth to seek and find
The hazy days you left behind
Right there in the back of your mind
Where lucid dreams begin
 With rolling dunes and rattling shale
The shoreline then a swollen sail
Picked out by a shimmering halo
That’s where the sea comes in …
 
Could this be luck by chance?
Eternity in a second glance
A universe beyond romance
That’s where the sea comes in…
Yeah, that’s where the sea comes in …