Sophie keeps an eye on passers by. In the afternoon she savages her four legged starfish. Bob's starfish has lost all its legs and there is nothing he would like more than getting hold of Sophie's toy. In this he has limited success.
Our previous problems with bees can be read here : http://wilfanddigby.blogspot.fr/2010/08/quick-post.html . 'The font' steadfastly refuses the use of insecticides. ' They're honey bees '. So it is we spend our day trying to find a bee friendly way of dealing with the ever expanding apian hoarde.
The old beekeeper has retired. He has a nephew . '' I've taught him everything I know. Don't you worry M'Ongoose. I'll call him ". It seems the nephew is a man of leisure. He shows up at the gate within two hours. The afternoon is spent watching a man in a white one piece jump suit (with matching head gear) wandering round the garden peering into bushes. He promises to return today with all the right equipment.
The village pottery fair now less than two weeks away. A poster appears advertising the lunchtime menu. After last years disappointment with the paella the villagers are staying with the safety and practicality of grilled sausage.
And here's an article of interest for dog lovers from this mornings Scotsman : http://www.scotsman.com/news/scotland/top-stories/monumental-move-in-fight-to-save-skye-terrier-1-3486706