Monday, November 10, 2014
The free thinker.
The Old Farmer sets off for a regimental reunion in Arles. '' Average age 83. We're getting on a bit now " he cheerily informs us. He is dressed in his ancient combatants outfit of blue blazer and grey trousers. The check shirt , open toed sandals and fur hat with ear flaps that complete his ensemble mark him out as a free thinker.
On our morning walk the PON's are surprised to find an orange tractor parked by the Very Old Farmers vineyard. Bob methodically christens each of its tyres . The tyres are rechristened when we pass by again on our way home. Bob returns with a look of quiet satisfaction on his face. A surefire way of de-threating any situation.
The cheese lady is away. No worries. Her son gives each of the PONs a sliver of Salers. This is gratefully received. Bob is in no rush to leave . He is once again 'encouraged' out of the shop. Sophie's lustrous nose continues to amaze.
A typical start to the week in deepest, deepest France profonde.