Friday.

Goodbye wind.  Though its back again tomorrow but not quite so bad.

I gave myself a break from typing up the minutes etc. etc. for FASE4.

To the Prom.

A gathering of surfers.

Who, on the whole, missed the wave.

Recently the lifeboat went out.  If you see something worrying at sea, or on a cliff, you dial 999.  And one of the options is 'Coastguard'.  Which the person duly asked for.  They had been watching a surfer who had disappeared.  So the lifeboat was launched.  Now Lifeboats are manned by volunteers, who are paged and duly drop everything and charge off and get togged up, into the lifeboat and away.  Which they did.  

There was the surfer bobbing about.  

But as always the RNLI said they would rather go to something that wasnt a disaster and never be worried about alerting them.  

Well here are 6 who disappeared but I refrained from dialling 999.  Though I have often been on the point of doing it.

A wimp.

There were masses of Black Headed Gulls. (In winter plumage, i.e. no black heads. )  Having a great time, there must have been something good to feed on coming in with the tide.

The elegant Redshanks also.

On my return home.  The sky was full of Pink Footed Geese who come here every Autumn in their thousands.  Tis winter.  So we have ordered our logs coming Sunday.  

Postscript for Tom Stephenson.

The 'Toolies'  is still  much talked about in Fraserburgh.  An employer of many.  Sadly like other good businesses such as BrewDog, the cooncil fell out with them and they took their bat home to Ellon.  The building is mainly derelict apart from, guess what, some cooncil offices.  In their continuing and successful existence they 'did' the Sydney Opera House and the rain roof at Wimbledon.  No wonder Fraserburgh is in need of regeneration funding.