View from the Golf Clubhouse

St Swithin’s Day is not the day, after this long sunny break, to open the blinds to an invisible view and then to have torrential rain an hour before our swim. Had it not been for  the kind offer of a lift from Selkie Heather, I might have chickened out. I’m so glad I didn’t because by the time we had met Selkie Grace, the haar had moved away and the sun was out. Out too were the jellies and one of the orangey brown ones happened to cross my path, taking an instant dislike to my knee and decided to sting it. Result, a red sore inflamed patch with the feeling of having fallen in a patch of nettles. It will pass but it may take until bedtime. 

My landlady took me for lunch today to the same clubhouse where we had yesterday’s breakfast. Having seldom been inside a golf clubhouse since I was a child in the hallowed interior of the one in Longniddry , I’ve been in one twice in the space of 27 hours.  In the interests of gastronomy, I had mince and tatties followed by tiramisu. It’s such a pity these golf clubhouse meals are only for the duration of the Island Games. The quality and smiley service is really amazing.

With sun and blue skies beckoning me out, I had a very slow amble along the waterfront to the co-op to buy granola, but came away with cherries. It is amazing how many people say hello as they pass . The sun brings the smiles out.

Now I‘m sitting once more in the heat in the garden and with a high tide on the other side of the wall, there is the comforting  sound of waves in the background. I wonder what St Swithin will make of this turnabout in the weather? 40 days of rain or not?