The old shepherds hut in the sunflower field has been abandoned for at least sixty years. A dank and malodorous place. Home to voles and large spiders and who knows what else. It is made all the more dank and malodorous by Bobs insistence on copiously christening each of the huts corners, in turn, every morning. While Bob christens, Sophie chases lizards in the sunflowers.
The stream is shrinking. The crystal clear water now becoming a taupe coloured sludge. Bob and Sophie slurp it up as if it's going out of fashion.
Fields carpeted in buttercups. Darting dragonflies in the reed beds. Wild orchards slowly turning to seed. There is something other worldly about this remote part of France profonde. This morning there are foxes about. Adolescents arrogantly walking along the old Roman road as if they owned it. The irrepressible duo , ever ready for the chase, are kept on their harnesses.
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Foxes, who said foxes....?
Toodle pip!
Bertie.
Very Van Gogh-ish.
XXXOOO Bella Roxy & Dui
Ya two definitely do look ready for an adventure!
'Tis the season at L'Ancien Couvent for giant house spiders.....eeschk.
x
Good Morning Angus! I've enjoyed catching up on the posts I've missed. Your magnificent sunflowers shouldn't be missed, the old shepherds hut, a picturesque setting for them. Your walk with Bob and Sophie along the old Roman road, also a picturesque start to your day.
As Bertie said, FOXES??? Did someone say Foxes?
That's what we WFTs were put on this earth for, right??? So is it fair that two PONs should see them when I ain't never seen one no way no how -- unless it was the squeaky plush one in my toy basket?
Your South Florida envious admirer, Mr. J. Harold Dog, aka Just Harry
Love the second picture especially. Such floofy tails!
Other worldly or as the world should be.
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