Thursday, December 15, 2016
Sophie is decidedly unhappy with her enforced idleness.
By the time she's got her harness on and has had some breakfast she's more in tune with the world.
The Mahonias in the garden alive with bees. Not just one or two but dozens. Someone hasn't told them it's the height of winter.
Off with Bob for a cross country walk. On the path a trail of molehills. Some are ignored others cause him to bury his head into the ground and start excavating maniacally. The difference between stale and fresh molehills ?
Today we visit the Holy Well and the Sacred Oak. Names that have been around for as long as there's been a village.
We pass The Very Old Farmers son talking to the mayor. He's trying to sell the cabbage patch and the old mans orchard to the village council as a car park.
On our way home there's time for Bob to look out across the valley, be told this is his Country and roll luxuriantly in some badger poo.
It's shaping up to be an awesome day.
This afternoon we head off for our due diligence trip to the hospital. The word idiopathic enters our vocabulary.