After the storms - heat. Cloudless skies and a baking sun. By the time we're back from our morning walk it's getting muggy. To cool down Bob heads to the downstairs kitchen and watches the world pass by. One chill dog.
4.45 am. One of the old farmers cats decides to come into the courtyard and sing. Whether this feline musical interlude is by accident or design is immaterial. The immediate impact on the two PON's is striking - cries that rend the heavens .
Out into the garden. The sky at that time of the morning alive with stars. Overhead the space station catching the first of the suns rays. ' The font ' ( who is taking the online degree course in astronomy with the bearded Californian men in polyester suits ) informs me that by the time you'd listened to the Proclaimers 1988 hit single ' I'm Gonna Be ' the Space Station would have travelled exactly 1,000 miles. This surprising fact only goes to show that the art of conversation is alive and well although somewhat wasted on Angus at five in the morning.