Wednesday, September 14, 2016
A night of great excitement. The thunder starts at eight and soon the sky in all directions is streaked with lightning. The temperature falls 20 degrees. The wind howls. Bob and Sophie are in seventh heaven. They can bark at the sky without anyone telling them to be quiet. When the lightning gets close they are called indoors. The storms rage all round but up here on the ridge all we get is rain.
Bob, who has greeted the visiting Americans with studied caution, has had a change of mind. He won't settle. He wanders from empty bedroom to empty bedroom in search of a companion to play non-stop touch rugby. I explain that midnight games of Throw the Furry Fox will need to wait for our next visitors. He gets a slice of carrot , which is some small recompense.
This morning we head off for a walk by the river. More thunder is forecast. Down here it's warm and humid but not oppressively so. The street lights shrouded in spiders webs.
We stop off at the little cafe by the abbey. The tourists ( a surprising number considering it's mid-September) seem unperturbed by last nights storms.
Last week the little Skoda had its windscreen replaced for the sixth (!) time. This morning a motorbike overtakes and throws up a stone which creates a large chip right in my line of vision. Is someone telling me it's time to change the car ?