To get the true value of joy you must have someone to divide it with .

Another hot day forecast, another early morning start.   Outside the Rickety Old Farmhouse Bob and Sophie, supercharged after a good nights sleep ,  delight in rolling , over and over, in the dew covered grass.  They finally pause and are lifted, wet and complaining, into the back of the car . Across the lane the two cows look up briefly as we set off into town. The braver of the two puts her head through the fence and lows . Sophie stands on her back legs and yelps a defiant greeting out of the rear window - puppy bravado. At the crossroads  a view across the fields to the mountains. The peaks just visible, glowing pink then purple under the rising sun .

The PON's daily routine . Bakers, newsagents, the strawberry lady with the polytunnels, a coffee while sitting on the back fender of the car , a tickle from the waitress , a wave from the beer and absinthe crowd. Two old ladies in buttoned up coats and sensible hats come and introduce themselves to Bob and Sophie . Bob is unimpressed. Sophie licks each of their hands in turn . Then it's time to go home . Exhausted by these new sights and sounds Bob soon falls fast asleep . He uses Sophie as his pillow. If only all the world was as peaceful and innocent as this.