At 12.30 the ground station recorded this pass. At 13.00 I was on the other side of town and heard a sonic boom. Squinted up in the sun to see two low flying jets at high speed, heading out to sea, leaving white trails on a bright blue sky. We aren't far from a military base, after all. Around 15.00 I head to the tower for some checks: increase buffer mins to 2, ensure ventilation around the AGS, check antenna's position. On the roof this time the puddles have dried up and the sky is clear. Some of the old bricks holding the tarp in place have Arbroath imprinted on them, and I wonder when and where in the town they were made. Just a small cold breeze to remind that it's spring, not summer. Daffodils almost seem luminescent in the strong light. Around 16.00 I'm down at the beach, the tide is high, almost all the way up to the sea wall. There's a dead seal that's lost its head and a solid pink plastic bottle left on the stair pillar like an extra ornate twirl. It looks recently left and goes in the bin, the seal looks like it's been there a while.