Man, what a day! I swear, Fraserburgh’s got a way of throwin’ curveballs at ya. Woke up this mornin’ thinkin’ it’d be just another chill day milkin’ cows. But nah, life had other plans, right?
So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, bleary-eyed, and the first thing I hear is the seagulls screechin’ like they own the place. Typical Fraserburgh, I guess. I mean, these birds are like the unofficial mascots of the town. They’re everywhere! You can’t walk down Broad Street without dodgin’ a dive-bombin’ seagull.
Anyway, I grab my gear and head to the milkin’ shed. It’s on the outskirts, near the coast. The smell of the sea mixed with, well, cow... you know, it’s a vibe. I’m settin’ up the machines, and just as I’m about to start, the power goes out! Like, seriously? In the middle of milkin’? I’m standin’ there, lookin’ at the cows like, “What now?”
So, I’m fumin’. I mean, I love my job, but come on! I’m not a fan of hand-milkin’ unless it’s absolutely necessary. I’m thinkin’ about how I’m gonna explain this to the boss. “Sorry, mate, the cows decided to go on strike.”
After a bit, the power flickers back on. Thank the heavens! I get the machines goin’, and it’s smooth sailing for a bit. But then, outta nowhere, my mate Dave shows up. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s ramblin’ about how he saw a dolphin near the harbor. I’m like, “Dude, you sure it wasn’t just a big fish?” But he’s adamant. “Nah, man! It was doin’ flips and everything!”
So, I’m milkin’ and listenin’ to Dave, and I can’t help but chuckle. Fraserburgh’s got its quirks, ya know? One minute you’re workin’ with cows, the next you’re hearin’ about dolphins. Only here, right?
After the milkin’ is done, I decide to take a stroll down to the beach. It’s a bit chilly, but the view is worth it. The waves crashin’ against the rocks, the smell of salt in the air. I love it here. Fraserburgh’s got this rugged beauty. But then, I see a bunch of kids throwin’ stones at the seagulls. I’m like, “Oi! What are ya doin’?”
They look at me like I’m the fun police. I mean, I get it, seagulls can be annoying, but c’mon! They’re just tryin’ to live their best life. I give ‘em a lecture about respectin’ nature. They roll their eyes and go back to throwin’ stones. Kids these days, right?
Later, I hit up the local chippy on High Street. Best fish and chips in town, hands down. I order a large portion, and the guy behind the counter gives me a wink. “You must’ve worked up an appetite!” I laugh and say, “You have no idea!”
As I’m munchin’ on my chips, I can’t help but think about how Fraserburgh’s a mix of the old and the new. You’ve got the historic buildings, like the old lighthouse, and then the modern shops poppin’ up everywhere. It’s like the town’s tryin’ to find its identity.
After stuffin’ my face, I head back home. I’m feelin’ pretty good, despite the chaos of the day. But then, I get a text from my boss. “Need you to come in early tomorrow.” Ugh! Just when I thought I could sleep in!
So, I crash on the couch, thinkin’ about the day. Fraserburgh, you crazy place. You’ve got me laughin’, fumin’, and wonderin’ about dolphins all in one day. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.