Tuesday, August 19, 2014
High summer. Nothing stirs. Bob stands on his stump seat ready to bark at any passing pilgrims. There are none. This doesn't stop him looking. Sophie wanders along the drive eating lavender. Both radiate happiness.
Late afternoon. A small metallic green Peugeot draws up outside the church. The Very Old Farmers son escorts the local estate agent round his fathers house. Today is the day of the old mans cancer operation.