A combination of low hanging mist, clear skies and the rising sun combine to start the day in spectacular style. Bob christens the fire hydrant, sniffs the box hedge around the war memorial and then looks up and stares at the 'swaying' Jesus. Content all is in order in the village he heads off down the hill towards the stream and the waterfall. Bob takes his morning rounds very seriously.
The village odd job man has put up a '' Joyeuses Fetes ! '' sign on the tympanum above the church door. Although not in classical good taste the sign neither flashes nor employs a rainbow of colours to get its jaunty message across.In contrast the odd job mans balcony now rejoices in a variety of lights in colours from the more hallucinatory end of the colour spectrum. To add further interest three snowmen in blue waist coats share the balcony with a red twinkling Santa and his sleigh.
It threatens to rain all day. The first rain that's even been hinted at in a month. In the end all that emerges is a fine, chill, drizzle. Bob thinks this is glorious weather.
The farmer in the valley clearly thought rain was on the way. The cows have been confined to their stalls in the barn. Bob finds himself with no one to monitor.
While little sister sleeps in her pen downstairs, big brother installs himself in a bed on the upstairs landing.
Has the closure of a company ever been written about so eloquently ? There again not every company cast the Liberty Bell :http://www.economist.com/news/obituary/21712109-britains-oldest-manufacturing-firm-whitechapel-bell-foundry-announced-its-closure