Sunday, October 18, 2015
One sleeps the other guards.
Saturday morning. A large beer tent is being set up outside the Salle des Fetes. The local farmers are taking the rugby match between France and New Zealand very seriously.
Bob and Sophie have enough energy left after their morning walk for a spirited game of throw the Furry Fox.
Afterwards Sophie settles down, inelegantly, for a morning nap.
Sometimes I'm convinced she smiles when she's dreaming.
Big brother Bob has no time for idleness.
The farmers have to be glared at as they carry beer kegs into the marquee.
The festivities, which quickly turn into a beer soaked wake, finish at five twenty one in the morning. 62-13 ! There is much, slightly dispirited, singing of the Marseillaise. Bob barks as each of the farmers cars leave. Sophie sleeps solidly and unconcernedly through everything.