Tuesday, October 4, 2016
A seasoned eye.
Decidedly chilly this morning. The collar turned up on the coat as we head along the lane. Two months ago the view from the ridge was of fields of golden sunflowers. Now they're ploughed in. The first shoots of the grass sown last week already making their appearance. Has ever a year gone by so quickly ? Bob is in one of his 'there's something interesting in the ditch' moods so our musings on the state of the world are brief.
Sophie and her harness remain united. Perhaps not happily united but when it comes to itchy stitches united is good enough.
Bob, ever serious, guards his flock from the sunny vantage point at the front door. The leaves from the plane trees now falling thick and fast. He watches them drift down with a seasoned eye.
French car manufacturers are prone to trying out 'innovative' solutions. This Citroen spotted in the supermarket car park has squishy black plastic panels ( rather like bubbly wrapping plastic ) along the sides to stop the doors being scratched. Red with black squishy plastic panels is a look that will appeal to some .... but not to others.
The French do unspeakable things to Italian food. In the supermarket ham and brie ravioli. Further down the aisle is the blue cheese, prawn, smoked salmon and onion pizza. We hurry by.
9:00 am today Sophie will be having her bandage changed. I thought she was having her stitches out but 'The Font' informs me that's not until next week when she also has her leg X-rayed.
So starts an autumnal Tuesday in deepest, deepest France profonde.