Thursday, April 17, 2014
It is better to have a permanent income than to be fascinating.
Another 80 degree plus day. More like August than April. The PON's doze in the shade by the front door. From time to time Bob chases a blackbird. Sophie looks at the bees. Hanging loose Bob and Sophie style.
Mid-morning a large group of Bavarian pilgrims come through the village. They're singing a cheerful, if atonal, marching song. Some have knotted handkerchiefs on their heads to keep off the sun. Silence reigns until the interlopers draw level with the gate. Then the PON chorus opens up. Bob lets loose with his basso profundo bark, Sophie emits a high pitched yelp. The pilgrims wave and laugh. After they've gone Bob trots over to see me with a highly satisfied " that showed them who's boss " look .
They've set out the tables in front of the church. So far no one has arrived to sit at them. Easter and its tourists can't be far off.