Monday, April 25, 2016
Why be stealthy when you can shriek ?
Sophie is up early. From time to time I catch sight of her as she chases blackbirds across the lawn. The blackbirds are in no danger of being caught unawares. Sophie is not a stealthy hunter. Why be quiet when you can shriek ?.
There are wild boar about. We are under strict instructions from the vet to keep our wits about us and the dogs on a lead. The PONs have taken to this new routine as well as can be expected. As we turn out of the house half a dozen deer walk across the lane ahead of us and head off through the high corn. In single file they follow the canyon made by the tractors wheels. We are downwind so they appear oblivious to our presence . Not even Sophie's yelps of excitement causes them to pick up speed.
Sophie has the mud cleaned from her paws and then we head off to the bakers. Angus asks for a Tarte Tatin but is told in no uncertain way that it's a winter dish. ' At this time of the year you should be eating a Fraisier' says the bakers wife with a sleep deprived abruptness that indicates that the latest child is teething.
The Fraisier proves to be delicious. The sponge soaked in strawberry juice, the marzipan thin, the berries fresh. We've bought the smallest of the batch but it'll be big enough to last us until Tuesday. There are rumours that the bakers isn't doing well and that they're thinking of closing. Slowly but surely many of the small firms that make life in France so special are going out of business. Supermarkets and the fact that both parents work is now catching up with the old relaxed routines.
Despite the bakers wife's surliness Bob and Sophie get given some croissant crumbs.
All is well with the world.