Thursday, August 6, 2015
Another 40 degree day. There's a change in the weather this year. It's much hotter than usual. The refreshing, regular as clockwork, nightly downpours replaced by sudden torrents once every two or three weeks. The garden looking highly stressed. We'll lose half a dozen acers to the relentless heat. Only those in full shade will survive the scorching. Global warming ? Or just an errant year ?
Bob, of course, is completely untroubled by any of this. Every day is just perfect.
The Old Farmer returns at 3.30 in the morning. The sound of the 1980's era Peugeot sputtering to a halt briefly wakes us. The PONs slumber on oblivious.
After a restorative doze the old fellow wanders over to tell us about his adventure. 513 kilometres each way. The journey conducted on back roads. The venerable Peugeot not designed for motorway cruising. He's bought two cases of wine for himself and two for us. '' They only have cardboard cases. Can't get the people to make the proper wooden ones " he informs us somewhat sniffily.
The sunflowers coming to an end. One last field at the edge of the village waiting to be harvested.
Another very quiet summer day in deepest, deepest France profonde.