A night without sleep and Angus is like a walking zombie. The party animal clearly disappeared some time ago and was replaced by a creature that is barely sentient if its routine is interrupted. Old rugby injuries ache.
While Angus heads off for a walk with Bob, 'The Font' and Sophie open up the shutters to let the cool pre-dawn air into the house. After her run in with the bees Sophie is largely recovered but is sleeping a lot, drinking a lot ( possibly because of the steroids ) and on the vets instructions is being kept near a cooling fan.
Bob is in a haystack christening mood. All the haystacks are carefully looked at, sniffed and then christened. This is a lengthy process. The sun has risen by the time we make it down into the valley. On the banks of the little stream bull rushes and sunflowers coexist in a mix of the planned and unplanned. There are scores of goldfinch busy eating the sunflower seeds. Bob and master stop to watch. Angus tells Bob the Scots Gaelic for goldfinch is lassair-choille. That translates as the light of the forest or the flame of the woods . Gaelic may not be a language of modern business but it is a language of nature and wonder.
After breakfast a quick trip in the car to the supermarket for rice cakes. Experience has taught us that in the scorching summer heat carrot slices from the chiller or rice cakes make the best treats. Somehow, perhaps because rice cakes are low in protein , they stop the angelic duo from developing itchy summer ears.
Preparations for July 14th on the road into town. Tricolor's hung from every second lamp post. On closer inspection I notice they're hanging from every second lamp post on the left hand side of the road and every third on the right.