Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Free advice is worth the price.
Bob and Sophie charge out of the house and into the orchard . Sophie can be seen standing on her back legs trying to clamber up into a tree in pursuit of a squirrel. A wind blows up. For two minutes, three at the most, the air is filled with white blossom. Then it stops. The ground left blanketed in white.
The baker tries to interest me in an Easter Egg. Forget Central London prices. These must be targeted at the German billionaire or passing Russian oligarchs. We'll come back just before Easter to see if the prices have moderated.
The first of the local thick white asparagus has arrived in the greengrocers. We buy a kilo.
A typical day. Bob is on alert for passing pilgrims. Sophie savages a large plastic bag. The plastic bag wins. Angus plants hollyhocks. Sophie eats them.
For our last walk of the day I now wear a pair of ski gloves. These are used to pick up the prickly hedgehogs that keep on returning. The hedgehogs are gently dropped over the fence where inquisitive PON's with sensitive noses can't reach them. 'The font' thinks it must be deeply disturbing for the locals to see someone wandering round at sunset wearing a pair of skiing gloves. 'Psycho' meets France profonde.