Sunday, May 22, 2016
It was supposed to be a workman free weekend. The welder, who promised to be here on Friday to repair the damage done to the gates by the morose lads , had other ideas. He shows up on Saturday night. He brings with him his wife and daughter. While he welds they set up a table and chairs in the middle of the driveway. A tablecloth is laid and a salad and bottle of wine produced. A scene of convivial soldering ensues. He solders a little, eats a little, solders a little, chats a little. The PONs are intrigued by the food but alarmed by the sparks.
Sunday. Bob and his master walk down the lane. The male PON is told, as he's told every morning, that this is Bobs Country. He accepts this. The female PON is too busy ferreting for unmentionable things in the hedgerows to be bothered about philosophical constructs.
At the greengrocers dark green tomatoes. Not just any unripe tomatoes but ones with dark green marbling. They must be grown for a special purpose.
We buy some white asparagus for lunch.
Strawberries are down to 6 Euros a kilo. That's what sun and rain do to farmers margins.
Both dogs are in a happy place. They've dealt with drainage engineers and welders and kept their flock safe.