Monday, September 1, 2014
A good laugh and a long sleep are the two best cures for anything.
Not a cloud in sight. We wander down to the old pilgrim church and sit on the steps outside listening to the organist practising for the ten o'clock mass. Sophie soon turns on her back and falls asleep. Bob keeps one eye open in case there should be passing wolves. The ever serious family fellow.
Back in the village the cycling club and the hunters association have double booked the Salle des Fetes. No one seems particularly bothered. A trestle table is set up and the hunters enjoy a convivial pre-breakfast glass of Floc. The cyclists join them. The sense of conviviality increases.
Sophie continues to guard the house against the nesting wrens and goldfinches. This has become her life's work.
Bob goes through the day with the happy air of someone who is continually and pleasantly surprised.