A bright Easter morning. There's a thick band of clouds out towards the Atlantic but they're forecast to disappear by lunchtime. A warm sunny day lies in store. The PONs head out along the lane stopping just long enough to say hello to the old bow backed horse in the paddock. Sophie soon gets bored and races after the geese on the Very Old Farmers lawn. She beats a hasty retreat when they advance on her hissing and flapping their wings. She hasn't quite got hang of the fact that chickens can be intimidated, geese can't.
On our way home Bob tries his hand at fishing in the stream. This is unsuccessful but proves to be satisfyingly wet and muddy. While Bob fishes Sophie entertains herself by leaping at the blossom on the hawthorn bushes. This,she discovers, is edible. There's just enough time for a quick nap before we head off into town for our morning coffee.
Our routine at the cafe under the arcades is interrupted by an interloper. Bob leaps out of the back of the car and greets him affably. Sophie howls. The interloper decides Sophie is too much of a diva to handle and beats a retreat.
Not yet eight in the morning and the PONs adventures are already piling up. Isn't life wonderful ?
A record of those details of life with a dog too unimportant for a diary but too important to be forgotten.
French radio has been on strike for 3 weeks. They play recordings from the archives all day, non-stop. This morning they played this strangely memorable piece :