Sia uairean - Six o' clock

The chip papers dance in the breeze. The cleaners are at work in the Co-op. The papers are going on the shelves just along the High Street. Seagulls drift overhead reflected in the streetlights. A huge lorry unloads the lines with the latest logo at the supermarket. Two joggers go down the brae discussing mundane things. By the legion the dawn chorus starts to overwhelm the sound of seagulls as commuters head for their train. A confident suburban cyclist makes good speed past the war memorial on his way to the Industrial Estate. The yellow municipal machines leave the council depot, their mission should they accept it, to deal ruthlessly with the chip papers.Nairn is moving again, breakfasts are being made.