Wednesday, July 20, 2016
A trumpeting noise.
By six we're out and heading down the path to the little waterfall. Three deer are standing grazing in the middle of the corn field - close enough for me to see their antlers. Usually they'd watch us nervously and bound away when the PONs appear. This morning they just watch and chew. Either the heat has addled their brains or they've decided it's too hot to run.
It's muggy down on the valley floor. The PONs run wild for twenty minutes then splash in the stream. After a long drink and an annoyed bark at the dragon flies we head back up to the top of the ridge.
The aircon in the little Skoda turned up full. Bob and Sophie make it clear they're willing to brave a trip to the bakers in the heat in return for some choux pastry crumbs. The PONs get small slivers of sponge. The manic tail wagging indicates that life just keeps on getting better.
A morning spent playing in the shade of the garden. 'Lamb' continues to hold the angelic duo's attention .
This photo captures something of Sophie's sense of purpose as she liberates 'Lamb' from her oaf of a brother.
The interrupted water supply ( off for two nights in a row ) has done something to the ecological balance of the new septic tank system. In the small hours it emits a single trumpeting noise not unlike massively amplified flatulence. Angus is instructed to get up to see what the problem is. He reports back to say everything is in order. Twenty minutes later the flatulent trumpet returns. Monsieur Bozo, the sewage engineer who installed it, is on holiday until the end of August.
So passes a hot summers day in deepest, deepest France profonde. It's amazing how much happens on a day when nothing happens.