Friday, February 20, 2015
Time has a wonderful way of showing us what really matters.
A day more like summer than winter. By eight the sun is already warm. 'The Font' and Sophie head off for a power walk round the lake. Bob and Angus navigate past the builders marooned trailer and head down to the stream through the mud on the ox track. By the waterfall a family of Kingfishers dart in and out of the reed beds. Dog and owner stop and stare in happy amazement. Spring can't be far away.
Bob spends his morning, standing, guarding in the garden. I explain to him that having a soft toy clenched in his mouth might not send quite out the right signal. He's convinced he's the most ferocious guard dog in the world, which, when you think about it, is all that matters.
Sophie guards, in her own way, from the shade and safety of the front door. She is less keen on having half a dozen builders around than her brother
A quiet end of the week in deepest, deepest France profonde. The builders say they should be finished tomorrow. Or there again they might finish on Monday. What's an extra day in the scheme of things ?