Saturday, October 1, 2016
The Old farmer detained.
A misty autumnal start to the day. Bob and Angus walk along the lane . We stop to look at the donkeys happily munching away in the recently cut sunflower field. We discuss politics and the difference between what is right and what is expedient.Angus comments on the fact the National Enquirer has, for the first time in its history, endorsed one of the US Presidential candidates. Bob is delighted to head home for breakfast.
On our way back we pass some large white flowered weeds. The flowers are very beautiful, the leaves a glossy green but the branches covered in fruits with sharp evil spikes. I'll need to ask the mayor what it is.
You'd think that the medication and enforced idleness might have dulled the lustre of Sophie's nose. Not bit of it. The divas nose remains world class in its cold wetness. We're in a good routine apart from the once a day widdle at 2:30 am. Things could be worse.
The new turf is soft and lush. It scores 10/10 with Sophie and her ever present guardian.
The Old Farmer and the Belgian Lady have had the most wonderful time . '' We did ten thousand kilometres " he says with evident pride.
The highlight of the trip was a visit to the grave of The Old Farmers father. Long time readers of the blog will remember that the father was a French prisoner of war who died on a forced march back towards Germany as the Red Army advanced . Today the graveyard is close to where the frontiers of Lithuania , Poland and Belarus intersect. As the Belgian Lady and The Old Farmer took photographs the local Security Police arrived. '' This is a forbidden zone ". Five hours held in solitary confinement, an impolite interrogation, disbelief at the implausibility of their story. An escort back to their hotel, a check at two in the morning to make sure they were there and not out spying.A tracking device fitted to the venerable Ford Transit motor home to monitor their movements. The requirement to check in daily with the police. '' He was so strong and brave " says the Belgian Lady in a tone of voice that tells me they will be travelling together again.
Just another day in a small French village.
PS. The Volkswagen garage didn't phone. No great surprise there.