Thursday, July 2, 2015
Late last night they harvested the wheat in the field by the orchard. The clouds of chaff rising into the sky painted purple by the setting sun. A strangely biblical sight. This morning we take a shortcut across the stubble down to the little waterfall. In a weeks time the stalks will be dried hard and sharp by the heat. Today they're still soft and springy. Ideal for PON paws. The waterfall, sadly, is no more. The stream shriven to a tiny, unattractive, outline of sludge. Bob and Sophie are told not to drink from it. They do. It's a ten minute walk down the hill but it takes half an hour. Sophie is in one of her stop and sniff moods. We progress in ten metre stages.
A day for the family princess to laze in the kitchen. Her owners cool off in the pool. Bob sits by a fan. The old folks in the air conditioned Salle des Fetes chat away until midnight. There is a ' Solidarity with Greece' rally in the little market town. I doubt if many demonstrators braved the heat.