Angus, abandoned, goes with Bob and Sophie for a walk by the river.
Down a quiet side street we discover a dog loving cafe. The Sunbeam. Or, to be more precise 'Le Sunbeam'. Completely deserted. Sadly, there are no croissants but there is a bowl of water and a friendly greeting from a middle aged lady dressed entirely in lace. Perhaps the lace lady can be trained in the art of serving breakfast bakeries ?
A detour to the canal for Bob to christen the pleasure boats . Must be high season. The boats are double parked. Bob takes great delight in his walk.
Back in the village The Old Farmer is readying the venerable Ford Transit motor home for a trip to Belarus. The weather here, having been scorchingly hot and dry, has suddenly become changeable. Rain one minute, blue skies the next. The chill is not to our old neighbours liking.
After tonight's cinema en plein air the octogenarian traveller will fire up his conveyance and head off. '' I should be back in a month ". He also informs me that he has linked the sensor on his security light to the Christmas decorations that run around his gutter. Now if there are prowlers the place will light up like Coney Island on the 4th of July.
'The Font' returns. The eight year old was overcome by the enormity of the moment and forgot his English. The Russian had an accent straight out of central casting. Mutual incomprehension reigned. Despite this Tower of Babel confusion everyone seemed to enjoy themselves including the mother who wept ( copiously ) with pride.