With Christmas a fast fading memory and the August Pottery 'Fayre' still on the distant horizon the rhythm of village once again falls into its natural lassitude.
The hostilities between the Belgian Lady and the neighbouring horse farmer have settled into a sort of 'Cold War'. The horse farmer has stopped visitors from parking on the Belgians roadside verge ( at the suggestion of the mayor ) and she has stopped blocking off the adjacent paths and tracks with barricades of chopped down branches. It may not be universal peace but it is at least progress. The mayor and the town council have been told, repeatedly, that they are latter day Talleyrand's who should be put in charge of the Quai d'Orsai. '' Such skill. Such maturity ". Flattery, as they say, will get you everywhere - particularly in a country where self deprecation is unheard of.
Closer to home the angelic duo are in that two year old sweet spot. One long exciting playtime. No lassitude for them.There have been further excavations in the field leading down to the stream. 'The Font ' suggests that Angus simply plant bulbs in each of the new holes. An informal 'Capability PON' style of planting.
On our evening walk we comment on the fact that Bob is looking very lithe and lean. One svelte fellow. The conversation comes to an abrupt stop when our attention turns to Sophie.
Here's an interesting article about dog breeding : http://www.realclearscience.com/blog/2015/01/how_man_is_sabotaging_his_best_friend.html