Thursday, December 5, 2013
The best mirror is an old friend.
The leaves suddenly fall from the trees. Not one by one but in a sudden blizzard that carpets the courtyard. Every breath of wind starts a new cascade. By lunchtime the poplars along the lane are bare. Does this sudden denudation happen every year ? Bob and Sophie, particularly Sophie, race around the garden trying to catch the leaves before they hit the ground. She dances across the lawn ; a blur of leaps and pirouettes. Choreographed lunacy. Unable to catch them Bob finally adopts a different, less energetic, approach. He waits until they land, then chews them. A determined '' that'll show you " look on his face.
Tonight an invitation to the Comte and Comtesse for dinner. A famous French 'intellectual' is visiting. '' You'll enjoy it " says 'the font' in a tone of voice that might be used to tell an eight year old that a trip to the dentist will be 'fun'. In readiness for the arctic temperatures in the chateaus dining room Angus looks out a thermal ski vest. He shall wear this under as many layers of clothing as possible.