Saturday afternoon. Preparations for the Saints Day are in full swing.
Wallys Giant Paella dish arrives on the village green. It's hoisted from the back of the local Peugeot dealers pick-up truck and manoeuvred into its place by the acacia tree. Wally, the mayor, the old farmer and the man in the luminescent yellow jacket all wave their arms and give advice. The hoist operator very sensibly ignores them all.
Madame mayor and the ladies of the catering committee are in the kitchen of the salle des fetes making sangria from the old red wine they found in the store cupboard in the basement. They are also making salmon and blue cheese vol au vents.
The little lady in the purple hat arrives at the front door of the rickety old farmhouse. She's come to borrow the step ladders. I carry them across to the church .They aren't long enough. An extendable ladder is needed. We discover the little lady in the purple hat doesn't like heights. She does the saints feet and the body, Angus ends up dusting the head.
Bob and Sophie watch as a stream of visitors come to the gate. The mayor wonders if we have a extension cable, Wally wants to know if there is any spare kindling for the fire , the man in the yellow luminescent jacket would like to borrow an allen key.
In the evening our first long walk through the market town. A chance for Bob and Sophie to get used to cars and crowds of people. Bob and Sophie enter into this adventure with gusto. Half an hour of tangled leads and stopping in unexpected places. ' The font ' thinks it went really well. Angus, who held the leads, has a nerve calming drink. Bob and Sophie chase moles in the garden.