On our way home from the morning walk we find the The Very Old Farmer by his front gate. The district nurse has parked him there while the cleaning lady makes his bed and prepares lunch. His voice is now thin and high pitched but he greets the PONs like long lost friends. Bobs hair is stroked. Sophie remains steadfastly aloof but bustles into the kitchen in search of food or mischief. This causes much laughter although the cleaning lady is less amused. We stay until the district nurse decides it's time for his nap.
After this excitement Sophie opts to spend her day on the cool kitchen floor.
August. That strange month when the English come to France and the French disappear. The neighbouring village completely deserted. It's as if a neutron bomb had hit it. Even the cats are hiding from the heat.
Over the valley a few clouds make an appearance. By lunchtime they''re gone. The heat builds and builds.
One of those 'too hot to do anything' days in deepest,deepest France profonde.