Sunday, August 11, 2013
If the wind will not serve, take to the oars.
Just the two of us. The house finally empty. To celebrate the arrival of peace we eat dinner in the cherry orchard. The clouds that have obscured the sky all day lift. A perfect night to talk, laugh and watch the shooting stars.
Midnight . '' What have you got there Bob " ? asks ' the font ' . The question quickly followed, in an altogether less relaxed tone of voice , by '' That's my shoe " ! Bob looks back as if to say ' and very tasty it was too ' .
When you have two seven month old PON's 'things' are unimportant.