So it’s back to Blogstead Ecosse this evening – provided Mr O’Leary is as good as his word. If not, there will be a problem with the dedication of the new organ in Burntisland tomorrow morning and Confirmation in the Chaplaincy at St Andrews in the evening.
It’s been lovely here – Gilbert asked where. I was being coy about that but it’s in Begur in the really nice bit of the Costa Brava. Meanwhile, as Laurene points out, the Spanish phrase book continues to fascinate. Extraordinary proverbs.
We sat outside at a restaurant by the sea last night and watched the boats in the dusk. In the days when I studied Coastal Navigation for my Yachtmaster Certificate, I used to know the meaning of the sequences of lights which ships display at night. Some are as obscure as the offerings of the phrase book – and sound faintly ecclesiastical – as in: ‘I am a large vessel with limited room for maneouvre in a narrow channel’ or ‘I am a dredger travelling backwards’ or ‘I am under way but not under control.’