A quiet day in France profonde. Sophie fixes me with her ' what are we going to do today ? ' look. Bob stands on his stump seat and guards.
The Old Farmer has left food for his cats in the venerable motor home. There's no need for a key to get in as the lock on the drivers door has rusted away. Three cans of cat food and three bottles of UHT milk. Angus is unsure whether this was designed to feed two cats or whether the Old Farmer had adjusted the quantities for the untimely demise of the cat that had fallen asleep under the wheels of his Peugeot.
Angus opts to give the cat a full can of Whiskas and a half bottle of milk. Cat seems quite happy with this compromise.
Angus sits on the doorstep next to Bob and phones men in dark suits . Sophie saunters past, turns on her back in the sun and falls asleep at my feet. Angus hopes the men in dark suits can't hear her snoring. Sophie snores like a trooper. The men in dark suits probably think I'm calling from a modern office in Paris. Little do they know.
Diesel with medals. A great photo.