Chill in the morning but warm, borderline hot, in the afternoon.
Sophie sunbathes. Bob proudly disports a headless and largely destuffed orange and pink turtle that he's found in the shrub border.
On our way to the cafe for morning coffee we pass a sign in the barbers window. Truly frightening.
The cafe busy. It's retired farmer day. The PONs settle down under table. As if by magic a bowl of water and two oatmeal biscuits arrive. The coffee takes a little longer. Angus reads Le Monde. The PONs feign sleep.
Off to the bakers then back to the car.
An old medieval house, modernised in the 1890's with an art deco front window, falling into gentle neglect. Must have been quite the thing in its day.
Further down the road some one has taken an old shop, removed the glass front, built up the wall and inserted two small windows. These have then been painted red. The proportions aren't right. At least the building is occupied. I read this week that a million flats could be created in Britain if empty shops and storerooms were re-zoned for domestic use. The shop owners, ever hopeful that their section of the high street will come back into fashion, refuse. The councils are happy to take the business rates. Re-zoning would solve the housing problem at a stroke . A couple more years of people moving to online shopping and the property owners might get the picture.
This made me smile : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oapUe8u2Ujs