The lime tree on the village green already alive with thousands of tiny early rising bees. The humming sound audible from inside The Rickety Old Farmhouse. Of all the things in this little French village the humming lime tree is perhaps the most amazing. It is the sound of summer.
Today is the second and final round of the French parliamentary elections. The 14 original candidates whittled down to two. The mayors wife waves at us as she puts out a tray of honey croissants on the trestle table by the town hall door. The little lady in the purple hat shouts out a cheerful 'Bonjour' . Although little more than ninety pounds she will again be on 'security' duty to check electoral registration cards and turn away 'undesirables'.
Sophie stands on her hind legs and watches passing voters . From the howl of disappointment she lets out as the villagers walk by it can be assumed she wishes to have a staring role in the electoral process. I do wish she wouldn't stand on her new hind legs but they seem to able to withstand the stress and she certainly isn't bothered.
The little market town busy with locals shopping before the heat builds up. Bob and Sophie share a quarter croissant and a bowl of water. Their owners have a coffee. The PONs are soon contentedly asleep under the cafe table.
On our way home we get stuck behind a melon lorry. At corners and speed bumps melons fly off the back. The driver finally stops at the motorway tollgate to find out why so many cars are flashing their lights at him
And here's some Polish music for a hot Sunday morning : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4c-qRCmtC9o