Friday, January 27, 2017
Cold when we head out of the front gate. The air heavy, the ground hard underfoot. Bob thinks it's wonderful.
At the greengrocers a lady turns to me and says '' What lovely agrumi ". It's not every day you get greeted like this.
Lucky Charms appear on the USA section of the exotic foods aisle next to the peanut butter and marshmallow spread. I have no idea what they are. After studying the packaging I'm still none the wiser.
It's still frosty as Bob and his master head down the hill to the little waterfall.
Bob stops to stare at two late to bed owls sitting on a walnut branch. They stare back. A stand off develops. We are there some time.
Sophie is walked to the end of the ridge. She pauses, soaks in the view and barks at the donkeys. Not an aggressive bark. More an 'I'm back' bark. The French teacher stops her little Renault Clio and gets out to say hello. Sophie revels in the attention.
The family diva then sprints home.
Inconsequential to many but a 200 metre walk to the ridge is a big, big moment in the life of a four year old PON girl who's been housebound for nearly six months.
These are the little things that tear down walls and make the world turn.
So starts a chilly Friday in deepest, deepest France profonde.