Tuesday, December 3, 2013
In this world second thoughts, it seems, are best.
The Old Farmer has returned from his trip to Belarus. The venerable Ford Transit motor home parked on the lane. He's wearing a Canadian loggers hat, a red and white striped woolen cardigan,maroon velvet trousers, beige plastic shoes and and a string vest. 'The font' thinks he must have been shopping in Minsk. Our neighbour appears at the front gate to return a mobile phone we'd given him in case of emergencies. '' Can't talk now. Must go and catch up with my post " he says, twice, before quickly disappearing. The story of his travels and the reaction of the locals to an octogenarian Frenchman arriving in an ancient motor home with a gravestone in the back will have to wait.
Bob and Sophie have had a quiet day. Sophie strips the bark from fallen branches, Bob chases non-existent ( or long gone ) blackbirds in the laurel hedge. A parcel arrives from a neighbouring PON ( Thank you Teena and Merlin ) containing hand made dog treats from Cornwall. One of the recipes contains sprats. From the amount of tongue licking we can safely assume that sprats are an absolute PON favourite. In fact if Bob had his way there would be sprats with everything.