It is happening, again

During the tourist season each year we hear the sounds of buses going psat our door on an hourly basis, along with the words "This is Broad Street. On the left..." as they pass by, carrying the foreigners who have decided that Stirling is one of those places whose history they have to learn.

I just heard the first one of the year, it's as much a sign of the coming year as the daffodils in the graveyard and the first of the fat, lazy bumblebees (3 weeks ago and last weekend, respectively).