Early morning chaos. Bob is let out of the front door. Sophie has her harness put on. She complains loudly about the injustice of her brother being allowed out before her. The family diva then turns on her back and kicks her legs in the air. This is the cue for a tickle.
Finally, we're done and Sophie's harness is in place. The PONs look at me wondering why the morning routine has taken so long.
Bob and Angus go to the cafe by the market hall. Although it's approaching seven there are a group of gentlemen at the bar who haven't yet finished their New Year celebrations. Stop outs from last nights rugby club dinner. Angus is given his coffee - gratis. I shake the waiters hand and wish him Meilleur Voeux. A gentleman in a green bow tie wanders over and gives Bob not one but three small cocktail sausages. Bob, who tends to view strangers with a wariness bordering on aloofness is greatly taken with the cocktail sausages. The donor is rewarded with a lick . At the door Bob turns to his benefactor with a look that says ' I'll be back tomorrow '. As far as the male PON is concerned January 2nd is the best day ever.
This morning the deer not even bothering to hide. Groups of half a dozen in all the fields.