You can tell when Sophie's in a happy mood. Her rear half swings from side to side and her feet go up and down, as if she's wading through a thick layer of honey. This morning she's in a good mood. It can be assumed that the trauma of the stings has now been forgotten and been replaced with a joy overload.
After her walk the family diva disappears inside. Silence reigns supreme for all of ten minutes. She then reappears at the door leading from the kitchen to the library. The eagle eyed might be able to spot her.
Sophie's breakfast yogurt pot steadfastly refuses to refill itself. This morning she also glares and yelps at her brothers empty yogurt pot. Despite the theatrical preformance the yogurt pots remain deaf to her entreaties.
To the fish mongers for some Turbot for dinner.
A detour to the shop that seems to be a egg based flan specialist. We opt for two portions of orange and mango for lunch. This will either be wonderful - or not.
On our way home we pass two young horses out in the fresh air for the first time with their mothers. For the next three months they'll have a lush field to themselves down by the stream. A row of ash to provide shade if and when the sun returns. The swelling village population doesn't stop there. As we turn onto the lane outside The Rickety Old Farmhouse a farmer waves us down and tells us two new donkeys arrived last night. This would explain the fevered braying sounds echoing out of the barn in the small hours.
When we get home the PONs fall into a deep, contented, sleep. PON life lesson #4 - Never let anyone tell you dreaming time is wasted.
What a small world. Here's a lady who makes Shetland jumpers writing about a trip to 'The Fonts' part of Sweden : https://katedaviesdesigns.com/2017/07/04/all-aboard/