Tuesday, December 3, 2013

In this world second thoughts, it seems, are best.

The Old Farmer has returned from his trip to Belarus. The venerable Ford Transit motor home parked on the lane. He's wearing a Canadian loggers hat, a red and white striped woolen cardigan,maroon velvet trousers, beige plastic shoes and and a string vest. 'The font' thinks he must have been shopping in Minsk. Our neighbour appears at the front gate to return a mobile phone we'd given him in case of emergencies. '' Can't talk now. Must go and catch up with my post " he says, twice, before quickly disappearing. The story of his travels and the reaction of the locals to an octogenarian Frenchman arriving in an ancient motor home with a gravestone in the back will have to wait.

Bob and Sophie have had a quiet day. Sophie strips the bark from fallen branches, Bob chases non-existent ( or long gone ) blackbirds in the laurel hedge.  A parcel arrives from a neighbouring PON ( Thank you Teena and Merlin ) containing hand made dog treats from Cornwall. One of the recipes contains sprats. From the amount of tongue licking we can safely assume that sprats are an absolute PON favourite. In fact if Bob had his way there would be sprats with everything.


WFT Nobby said...

Bertie is wondering what aniseed tastes like. Do they still make aniseed balls?

VirginiaC said...

So happy to hear that the Old Farmer is back safe and sound....cheers to him on completing his task.
The Hungry Hector treats look simply delish....anything with a fish taste would be relished by Brownie too.

Julie said...

Cornish pasty, yum, yum. I know what I'm having for lunch today.
You are very lucky PONs
Teena, I think you did very well to smuggle those out of the house past Merlin !

Kari said...

The old farmer has returned just in time to light the Christmas star, your favourite.
Sprats! Excellent! So much better than worms.

houndstooth said...

I am looking forward to hearing about the old farmer's trip!

I have no idea what a sprat is, but I'm glad that it's ambrosia of the PONs!

tammy j said...

any treat with a personal picture of pons on the bag? well. what's not to like!!!
bring on the sprats! maybe they will replace voles.
a visit to the rickety old farm house in deepest france profonde is good for my soul. xoxo

Emm said...

Add me to the list of those glad the Old Farmer is safely returned from his travels. Whew!
And I have no idea what a sprat is, other than the nursery rhyme: "Jack Sprat could eat no fat . . . " But those bones look good -- well done, Teena and Merlin.

Jake of Florida said...

But you say he has the gravestone in the back of his motor home. Could he not place it?

Bella Roxy & Macdui said...

Cornish cluckies.....with sprats. YUM!

XXXOOO Daisy, Bella & Roxy

Louise said...

So glad the old farmer made it home safely. What anadventure for him. Really kind and thiughtful of you to give him the phone.

I have a vague memory of trying sprats as a girl. I thought they were smelly. Yes, I can quite imagine Bob and Sophie loving them.