Monday, September 8, 2014
Derisking - the PON way.
It's hotter than it's been all year. By eight thirty the town square is coming alive. Bob and Sophie settle down under a table and watch a talkative lady in a red dress. They get given a bowl of water. Sadly, the upmarket establishment we've chosen for our morning coffee does not serve its canine customers half croissants.
On our way home we pass an ancient tank. It broke down during yesterdays military parade and has spent the night marooned outside the town hall. A posse of soldiers with a winch haul it onto an equally ancient lorry. Sophie looks at it from behind the safety of my legs. Bob, the more adventurous, christens the tanks tracks. A PON boys surefire way of derisking a possible threat. We see the tank again at the traffic lights. It's got lost in the one way system.