The fields at the top of the ridge freshly ploughed and ready for sowing . We head off to the stream. Bob trots by my side. Sophie can be seen pouncing on invisible threats in the long grass. They fish, ineptly, in the water. Stealth is not a PON characteristic.
To the cheese lady for some Salers and some Roquefort. Bob and Sophie each get a tiny sliver of Roquefort. Bob makes it clear he would like to stay in the cheese shop and live with the cheese lady. He is 'encouraged' to leave.
In the evening the Very Old Farmer comes to the gate. He's been offered chemotherapy but has refused. "If they could guarantee the treatment would make me live to a hundred and ten I'd do it ". He has two ( large ) glasses of Montagny, three quarters of a plate of bruschetta and a ( very ) large slice of mandarin bombe. Not for us to say but his attitude seems very sensible.
Here's some Thursday morning Tchaikovsky : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FP85T2s7o7o3