Up along the lane to the crest of the hill. The grain silo glowing yellow from the sunflowers around its base. The cows in the field by the stream have calved. The young ones asleep in the long grass. One young fellow, braver than the others, stands behind a pylon and peers at us.
By the time we get home Sophie is tired out from all the excitement. She turns on her back and is soon snoring like a trooper on the courtyard gravel. We find ourselves laughing out loud. The unsophisticated pleasures of dog ownership.
The gentleman with the book at the 1:24 stage reacts nonchalantly to this impromptu rendition :