Thursday, May 8, 2014
Force is all conquering, but its victories are short-lived.
A family of deer grazing on the walnut trees in the corner of the garden. They scatter when the PON duo coming hurtling out of the front door. After breakfast Bob and Sophie get a dose of Frontline and new Scalibor collars. With this hot, humid, weather they're getting an application of Frontline every three weeks. We find a large, fresh, tick on Bob's tail. It's that time of year again.
At the fishmonger Limande Cardine. Neither the fishmonger nor we are sure whether this is, or is not, Lemon sole. It's shaped like Lemon sole but the colours not right. More tangerine than lemon.
On our way home we take a detour down to the old Roman Road. Two local farmers have parked their vans at the spot where we turn off to the stream. Sophie lets them know in no uncertain terms that they're trespassing on HER turf. Bob is interested but not bothered.