On Saturday morning Gail and I met our friends M and J in the Aberdeenshire fishing village of Gourdon, and after a short walk along the coast I went exploring the harbour area, looking for excitement.
I wasn't expecting to see a train emerging from a tunnel in the wall, but after a short while I concluded he wasn't going anywhere - perhaps the driver was still on strike?
So I moved on to inspect a little display installed by the RNLI (Royal National Lifeboat Institution). Gail said this was cute but frankly it didn't hold my interest.
Onwards to a pile of lobster creels stacked up by the harbour edge. More promising I thought, but it turned out the creels were all empty so I continued round the harbour.
Ah, this is more like it. A shark!
I guess he thinks he's scary, but this fox terrier is not easily intimidated (and has never seen Jaws...)
Gail says "I hope you never meet a real shark Nobby."
Later at home we googled 'Gourdon' and learnt that there is a village with the same name in the south of France.
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| Gourdon (in the Alpes Maritime, Provence) |
Would it be unpatriotic to say that French Gourdon looks even more exciting than the Aberdeenshire version? Perhaps Gail might take me there one day?
