Friday, May 13, 2016
The rain has gone. So has the wind. It's one of those perfect mornings. The growing warmth tempered by the lightest of breezes. Bob , his master and Bobs shaggy shadow set off along the lane.
At the crossroads we stop and look out across the ridge. Every morning Angus informs his shaggy companion that this is Bobs Country. Every morning his companion looks back up as if to say 'I have no idea what it is you're saying but it sounds good '. A dog owners routine.
Wild asparagus in the greengrocer. We'd seen people collecting it in Italy but had never thought it might also be a French thing. Strangely, it's labeled Ornithogales rather than asperges des bois
This morning the female PON joins 'The Font' on a power walk round the lake. All goes well until a family of ducklings crosses their path. In her defence it must be said that Sophie patiently waited for the last small and fluttery thing to waddle into the lake before opting to give chase. Much to her annoyance the female PON discovers she can't walk on water.
That constant background of mischief that marks out life with PONs. Things too inconsequential for a diary but too important to go completely unrecorded.