Saturday, December 14, 2013
Love, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry.
The Old Farmer is off to see a lady friend in Arles. He wanders across the lane to ask us to look after the house in his absence. '' Won't take me but five hours down the motorway. It's a fast trip ". Angus looks at the venerable Ford Transit motor home. 'Fast' is clearly a relative concept.
Another warm, sunny, day. We have lunch outside on the terrace. A reminder of the reason we left the frozen north. Bob and Sophie are in particularly talkative mood. Sophie stands on her hind legs at the front gate barking at passing pilgrims. Bob provides a rhythmic basso profundo backing. Finally, the two of them are ordered into their pen indoors. Bob gives us his mournful ' Did I do something wrong ? ' look. Sophie gives her ' Why have I been sent to live with music hating sociopaths ' glare.