10.00 pm. The lady from the fish shop phones. She's tracked down some Lemon Sole. It will be landed at Arcachon that night and be with her first thing in the morning.
We set off to the fishmongers early. The angelic duo sit at the front door of the shop while the Lemon Sole is filleted. We also come away with some Langoustine. The PONs eye the salmon fillets but are disappointed.
A quick detour to the cake shop. Here, the PONs have better luck and are given some shortbread. Sophie has a suspicion that Bob has been given a bigger piece . She yelps in dismay.
It's still blustery. The wind strong enough to form ripples on the puddles along the lane. The PONs plough through the water like Pharaohs chariots . They return home sodden.
By eight Bob looks tousled. Sophie looks like an absolute fright.