Sunday, October 11, 2015
A law of physics.
Although we're in town early all the parking spaces are taken. It's the day of the 'Concours of Apple Tarts'. To add creative tension there is a bake off with a neighbouring towns apple pie makers.
Back at The Rickety Old Farmhouse the angelic duo chase each other around the small mountain of gravel that is piled up outside the barn. Sophie thinks it is wildly exciting to lie on her back on the summit and then roll down. She screams with delight as she does so - time after time, after time, after time. Bob digs.
Both demonstrate an abiding law of physics. A PON can absorb twice its body weight in sand and glump.
Some sticks to the nose. Some to the paws. Most to the coat. All is brought into the house.
Sophie is given a bath and emerges ( paws excepted ) looking almost lady like.
Bob sees what's happened to his sister and dons his mantle of invisibility. He can't be found.
Just another of those autumn days in deepest, deepest France profonde. Too unimportant for a diary but too important to go unrecorded.