Another beautiful morning. Dry weather while Sophie's leg has been healing has been a godsend. There was only one day when her plaster cast had to be wrapped in a freezer bag to stop it getting wet. The stitches were removed by the local vet. Sophie didn't complain ( Bob would have given an Oscar winning performance ) and is now mightily relieved to have the plaster off. The collar will be kept on for a day or two ( at night and when unsupervised )to stop her nibbling at the scar.
Bob stayed up late 'webinaring' with 'The Font', the Pasadena astrophysicists and the Chinese girls who look sixteen but have triple doctorates in Particle Physics. This morning the family fellow gives me his '' Blimey ! Don't tell me it's time to get up " look. It's unusual for him to sleep in. He has trouble navigating down the stairs. Tomorrows battery of tests and meeting with the specialists can't come quickly enough.
The little market town just coming to life when we arrive to pick up the morning croissants.
A stylized tree has appeared outside the bank. It has railings around it to prevent the town dogs from adding their seasonal greetings. What is wrong with a real tree ?
There's time to stop the car and have a stroll along the old Roman road. Bob walks by the young cows with the briefest of ' Morning Girls ' acknowledgements. He has exciting scents to follow and some badger poo to savour. Something strange and unconnected about his movements today although I can't quite work out what it is. Every time a new generation of PONs join the family I vow not to worry about them. Some chance of that.