Wednesday, March 11, 2015
They peer in, we peer out.
While Angus brings the car up to the front door Bob occupies himself by having a quick nap. PON rule #1 : Never waste an opportunity for a nap.
Sophie has been called 'podgy' by the lady in the blue dressing gown and red pom-pom slippers at the cafe under the arcades. When we get home she is given a trim. Dog grooming is perhaps a career that Sophie's master should not take up full time. There is a certain lack of layering to the cut. She does however look less 'podgy' if not exactly svelte. Thankfully, Sophie's coat might best be described as luxuriant so it can withstand damage.
Before dinner there's time for chasing blackbirds in the garden This is a game which the PON duo are hopeless at. The lack of stealth and tendency to howl with delight might have something to do with it.
A sunset the colour of the juice you get from a blood orange. Out on the old ox track the large white owls gather in the branches of the plane trees. They peer into the dining room window and we peer out.
A quiet day in deepest , deepest France profonde.