Nature is being kind to us. Another sunny morning. Who would believe we're into December ?
Trumpet of Death mushrooms in the greengrocers. We pass them by. Further along the aisles fresh oranges from Spain. I guess they're fresh as they still have the leaves attached.
On our Way home we pass a group of farmers at the side of the road. Two or three times a week a group of them gather and head off slowly, line abreast, down the motorway towing trailers full of old tyres and fresh cow dung. At the turn off for the airport they stop, unload their cargo, set fire to the tyres and spread the ordure across the motorway. We think it's something to do with milk subsidies... or the lack of them.The French travelling public seems to take this disruption in their stride.
Sophie continues to make great progress. She gets taken on lots of little walks - front door to the front gate to look at the school bus - to build up her strength. The marvellous two handled harness means that her rear end is always supported so that there's no weight on the recovering leg. The best part of her day, apart from meal times, is watching the play schoolers head off. Nothing like a chorus of '' Bonjour Sophie " to perk a girl up.
Bob, as can be seen from his chin, remains drooly but happy.
So starts another Friday in deepest, deepest France profonde.