We find a spot in the multi-storey car park. Bob leads the way down the stairs. Sophie follows on cautiously behind. Saturday morning is not a good time to escort two lively PONs down a stair well. Today we have a 'diva moment' when Sophie discovers a pack of crisps that someone has dropped on the landing between the 2nd and 3rd floors. By the time I've said 'No !' the crisps have been devoured and the wrapper is being licked.
At the cheese lady we buy some Gaperon. Angus has never heard of it. The cheese lady says it comes from the Auvergne. Bob and Sophie are rewarded with tiny slivers of Salers. Bob does his ' I really love you ' dance and shows his overbite. A little grilled prawn at the fish counter completes the PONs culinary outing. As we climb back up the stairs Sophie lingers to see if the crisp packet has refilled itself.
Yesterday was hot. Today is hot and humid. Overnight there's been heavy rain over the mountains. It hasn't quite reached us. Sophie is happy to play indoors with the chirruping linnet. She hurtles from the library to the front door and then back again... and again... and again.
On the streets of the little market town the lamp posts are still puffing out super chilled vapour. Clouds of water surprising the unwary. Four steel chairs have been cemented by the council into position underneath the lamp post by the newsagent. A perfect position to be engulfed in fog. Is this intentional or a mistake ?
And here is a link to Gaperon cheese : http://www.teddingtoncheese.co.uk/acatalog/de392.htm