No, it's not an Open University photo shoot. It's Nina showing our
landlady Mrs Hart (superlative poached eggs) our site.
Yet another it-feels-like-a-48-hour-day kind of day unfolded from this promising
start.
Before leaving St Andrews we engaged in our first 'blind date' with
an emailer. By the time I pulled in to the carpark of the 17th hole at the
old course, I had marked him ou t as a potential lone
assassin (no offence intended, John!), and refused to shut the car door
as I got in beside him.
Needless to say we didn't end up gagged in the boot, instead we came away
with a rather good tale of the unexpected....
The second worthwhile carpark encounter of the day took place near Leuchars.
We couldn't resist the sight of 20 (what we thought were) nerd-filled
cars, so Whicker-like we approached with our recording paraphanalia, to
discover that this gathering was no coincidence.
Instead these sandwich and tea fuelled lads were planespotting at the
nearby airbase. Keen though we were to catch sight of their passion in action,
we managed to miss the first Nimrod due to the call of nature taking us
to a nearby facility (hence the lack of female plane spotters). We managed
to join them again in the drizzly layby for the majestic sight of two more
firing down the runway - what a rush. I could almost see the attraction,
but then even the Gatwick departure lounge makes me cry.
As if this wasn't enough we ended the day with a visit to Duncan of Jordanstone's
fab digital facilities, where we'll be working tomorrow. In the pub after,
serious and enjoyable techno-chat erupted, and we finally came back to a
fish supper in Broughty Ferry.
