Monday, August 18, 2014
Laughter is brightest where food is best.
Angus lays some turf. The PONs dig it up. The ring around the bath tells the rest of the story.
Freshly washed and groomed the PONs spend several happy hours barking at pilgrims.
Sunday lunch at a local restaurant. We are seated in the 'dogs welcome' garden at 1.00 and leave at 3.35. Wonderful food. Hyper-relaxed service. Bob and Sophie settle under the table to sleep. The waitress brings out two bowls containing some slivers of ducks breast and roast potatoes cooked in goose fat. They also get some verveine ice cream. The chef comes out to talk to them. Bob licks him. Sophie passes wind - copiously. The effect of the duck breast or the goose fat ? Or both ? By two thirty they're getting decidedly fidgety. Lunch is interrupted while they hurtle round the gardens of the neighbouring church in search of blackbirds.