It's not so much the heat as the strong dry Saharan wind that's uncomfortable. The rose bushes shrivelling in front of our eyes. To avoid the heat ( and be up and about when the builders arrive ) the PONs set off for a walk at five. A mysterious 'quarter light' time of the day. Hares and deer look up to see who's intruding in their private world. The bees on the tilleuls on the village green already slaving thunderously away. You can here the humming from a hundred yards down the lane.
Bob is insistent he joins me for our morning trip into town. He usually sits behind the dog guard but today he's allowed on the back seat. We drive along with all the windows down. His ears fly up in the wind. He has a look of unbridled joy on his face. Out with his best friend, no sister to bother him and the excitement of sitting somewhere he shouldn't.
Can it get any better ? Well, yes it can. There a crumbs from a Sacristan at the bakers.