Sunday, July 20, 2014
A pilgrim is a wanderer with a purpose.
Completely still. Not a breath of air. A day you spend waiting for the heat to break and the rain to come. Bob and Sophie have developed a hot day routine. 10 minutes hareing round the garden at top speed savaging each other, followed by fifty minutes lying recuperating on the cool stone floor.
From time to time the click-clack-click-clack sound of a pilgrims staff on the road outside causes them to wake and rush to the courtyard gate. Each wayfarer carefully observed. Sophie howls in frustration when they pass by without stopping to talk to her. Bob, the stern guardian, gives some pilgrims two woofs, others warrant three. There must be a PON logic to this grading system but we've yet to work out what it might be.