Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Another of those quiet August days. Two Korean pilgrims wander through the village. After that nothing. Bob rediscovers the bobble hat he'd hidden in the lavender border. This is finally shredded in a noisy game of tug-of-war.
The Old Farmer is tinkering under the bonnet of his venerable motor home. '' Off on a trip ? " I ask as we head off for an afternoon walk. It seems the Old Farmer is planning another trip to Belarus. ' I'm eighty five now. In ten years time I might not be up to it '. He also informs me that the motor home has 510,000 kilometers on the clock. It's hot but he's wearing his green and black plaid fur trappers hat with ear flaps. Bob and Sophie notice that the ear flaps 'flap' as he talks. They are intrigued.