Harvest heat. Our first hundred degree day of the year. Breakfast eaten in the shade of the cherry orchard while giant combines whirr in the valley below. By mid-morning the fields of grain shorn to patches of golden stubble. Beyond the crossroads the first sunflowers starting to bloom.
Bob and Sophie play under the irrigation system. Sophie manages to remain dry, Bob gets soaked. A dripping 'old man of the sea' type figure appearing in the kitchen for lunch. A quick nap then they're back out again. Sophie , nimble and spry ( and smarter ? ) , running ahead of the water jets ; Bob drenched by them. Time enough in the evening to bark at a lorry carrying grain to the silo. To bed at ten. Then untroubled sleep through to six thirty.