Tuesday, June 7, 2016
" For God's sake,' the dog is saying, 'open the universe a little more!”
Bob heads off with 'The Font' for a power walk round the lake. 'The Font' will cover three maybe four kilometres. Bob considerably more. Last night he had the hair over his eyes trimmed. This means he is unlikely to be taken unawares by the approach of strangers.
Angus and Sophie head off across the village green. Sophie is on her lead. There were wild boar on the ox track last night. Their grunts and squeals waking us at one and again at three thirty. Amazingly both PONs slept through these amorous porcine antics.
In the space of forty minutes we do a tour of the old medieval village walls. Sophie is in one of her smell every flower , scratch every tree moods. Progress is stately. She stops and stares at the heron fishing in the pond behind the church and then at the Stork wading in the pond by the pottery kiln.
By seven the heat is rising. A humid day in store for us as the warmth from Africa battles its way over the mountains. Down in the valley it looks as if a field of blue flax is coming into bloom. On closer inspection it turns out to be rows of newly installed poly tunnels for the melon harvest.
By eight Bob, Sophie and their master are in the greengrocers. Coconuts make their first showing of the year.
Later today I shall go to the town hall for a meeting to discover which wallpaper the village committee thinks is appropriate for the church porch.