Minus two this morning. Frost coating the grass. Frost + PON paws = A very lively start to the day.
His sister 'liberates' it.
Bob 'liberates' it back. This goes on for some time .
Finally, the angelic duo are ready for their morning walk. In the little market town the workmen are only now removing the black ribbons from the flags. The three days of national mourning finished last Tuesday. Quite why they're only getting round to unfurling the flags now, a week later, is a mystery.
The Old Farmer, resplendent in his green tartan lumberjack hat with ear flaps, is busy in his garden. Bob watches him, closely, from the stump seat. The Old Farmer piles up leaves and lights a fire. The fire crackles. A crackling fire , viewed from the safety of a stump seat, proves to be of great interest .
On Radio France a breakfast interview with an 'expert'. He informs us that France and Russia are leading the fight against ISIL. The Americans and the British, he opines, are doing 'nothing'. A reminder that part of the joy of living abroad is gaining a different perspective on life. The 'expert' also says the Belgians are 'inept'. He seems quite democratic in his criticisms.