Wednesday, January 13, 2016
Sophie is quite oblivious to the fact that part of the flock has gone AWOL. Bob, however, is distraught. He won't eat. He won't drink. He starts his morning sitting on the stump seat staring out forlornly onto the lane.
A lengthy walk across the fields and a lengthy mano a mano and he finds his composure.
In the afternoon it clouds over. We set off in the car for an adventure.
We see a van for travelling clowns.This I notice is paid for by the regional government. Austerity still a word unknown to the French. Bob christens the tyres.
We walk down the driveway of a hotel that promises an unusual welcome. How intriguing. Has it lost or gained something in translation ?
This morning Bob is up, in the dark, at six thirty and on his stump seat. Sophie is with me in the kitchen.