A new day starts. Bob watches me putting on my shoes. His sister does the same. She makes half silent whimpers of excitement mixed with impatience.
We head off down the hill towards the the waterfall. The PONs weave their way through the sunflower stalks. High speed sunflower stalk weaving is something the PONs love. Sophie displays great dexterity as she sashays her way along. Bob is more of a barge your way through type of dog.
Looking back up the hill towards the The Rickety Old Farmhouse I'm surprised to see that the one in three, or thereabouts, of the sunflowers are coming into bloom. High summer is here.
The wrens are nesting on the security lights on the downstairs terrace. Between the sparrows in the eaves and the wrens on the terrace it's a bit like an avian version of Shanghai in the rush hour. Busy parents flitting too and fro. With the terrace out of bounds , so as not to disturb the chicks, Angus and the PONs drive into the little market town for breakfast croissants and a baguette. In the cafe by the roundabout preparations are underway for the next football match. A wide screen television is being installed on the pavement outside. Wide screen is a relative term. This one is all of 42". The PONs share half a croissant. They settle under the table and emit a sigh that indicates that this is is already shaping up as the best day ever.