Saturday, May 18, 2013
Live with the mighty but learn to be happy alone.
A horse has appeared in the field by the village pond. Madame Bay thinks it belongs to the German billionaires . What it is doing in the village rather than up in the fields around the chateau is left unexplained . The horse is very friendly . It wanders over, unconcerned by the presence of the two pups, to have its flanks stroked . A new fixture on our morning walk. Bob and Sophie ponder this large presence in silence.
The mayor informs me that the hole that has been dug in the church flower bed is for a spotlight. Next week the spotlight will be delivered and cemented into place. After that a man will come and dig a trench to the junction box. Then it's up to the electricity company to link it to the mains. '' It should be ready for the pottery fair " says the mayor brightly. The pottery fair is in August.
The workmen were supposed to start work on the bathrooms on Wednesday. The fancy builder phones late on Friday night to apologize for their non-arrival. '' We've had a delay in getting the materials. Don't worry M'Ongoose. The lads will start on Tuesday. Guaranteed ". We'll see.
This morning we wander over to Wilfs tree on the top of the ridge. A year to the day since that faithful old fellow passed on. While Sophie chews a lower branch Bob delightedly christens the trunk. A fitting PON commemoration . There's always laughter , but not much decorum , when there's a PON around.