Sunset and meat pies

St Andrews was full of bakeries and bakers' shops selling pastries, sticky buns and meat pies, which in Scotland have minced lamb rather than beef.  The bakers' shops all had huge ovens behind them, where staff would work through the night to produce the morrow's delicacies.   

Sometimes as students we'd stay up talking into the early hours of the morning and would finish the night by calling in at the bakeries before going home.  At about 4.00 am the first meat pies would emerge hot and fresh from the ovens, and we would wheedle the staff into selling us some at below the day's asking price in the shops for the cold ones.  We had to eat them carefully because they were so hot inside that they could burn your mouth. 

One June evening a group of us sat at the end of the stone pier that juts out into St Andrews bay.  We had some drink and good company.  We watched the sun go down at about 11 pm, sinking blood red into the waves.  Then we sat and talked about everything, philosophy, politics, religion and economics, for several hours.  At about 4 am we watched the sun rise again from the waves, orange yellow this time.  Then on the way home we visited a bakery and bought hot meat pies to eat in streets lit by the dawn light as we made our various ways home to bed.