The breakfast weather forecast says we're going to have the mother of all storms. 80 mph winds predicted. The tail end of the blizzard that hit America a couple of days ago. Angus makes sure that everything in the barn is safely tied and weighted down. Bob gives me his '' what can I do to help ? " look. Sophie is too busy glaring at the woodpeckers to be aware of these masculine concerns.
Sophie helps with planting out the rosemary in the holes she's recently excavated. Her idea of helping involves waiting until the young plants are safely bedded in and then pulling them out. She is 'discouraged' from doing this. She then turns her attention to the plastic pots. These are distributed across the lawn where they can be chewed and savaged at her leisure.
By the time we head off to the cafe under the arcades for the statutory 'illicit' half croissant, the wind has got up and the angelic duo are beginning to look fluffy.
This took place 50 years ago tomorrow. A 9 years old Angus remembers flying down from Glasgow in a BEA Vickers Viscount. It was bitterly cold. How different London and its inhabitants looked then. Men wearing hats. Everything so grey. Policemen with bowed heads. A sense of history turning a page. The whole country grieving for a man who had once captured the national mood and given voice to the fact that in the history of a people there is such a thing as a fate worse than death. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87Xkr8z3lEo