A record of those unimportant little things that are too important to be forgotten.
Wednesday, August 5, 2015
Dealing with depression.
There are thunderstorms about but they're of the clatter rather than bang variety. It does however rain heavily. This curtails the PONs morning walk. Instead of an hour they get twenty rain soaked minutes.
The Old Farmer finds the wet weather depressing. He deals with depression by doing something. Today, he wanders over to say he's driving up to the vineyard of Gerard Depardieu, the French actor. I assume this is nearby but it turns out to be in Anjou, 500 kilometres away. We give him some money to buy a couple of cases of 'whatever catches your eye'. He says he'll tour the cellars and then turnaround and come straight home. We marvel at the energy of our 85 year old neighbour.
At the Nicolas wine merchant a bottle of Macon-La Roche Vineuse. The salesman with the stutter tells me that Macons have an ascending order of quality : Macon, Macon Superieur, Macon-Villages or Macon followed by a particular village name. The example he's holding out in front of him presumably falls into the last category. His sales technique works.
The storms stop. The PONs chase scents that have been thrown up by the rain. This can only be done at high speed and with the volume turned up. In the afternoon 'The Font' collects windfalls for plum crumble. Sophie demonstrates great interest in how this is prepared. Bob exudes happiness. Angus has a second glass of the Macon.
Just another day with dogs in deepest, deepest France profonde.
Ah, life is good...
ReplyDeleteFor the PONs it's a plum crumble world.
DeletePlum crumble and a glass or two of Macon. And, one hopes, tired dogs. Most agreeable.
ReplyDeleteTired ? A word that doesn't appear in the PON dictionary.
DeleteWhat more could one ask for on a wet day other than a Plum crumble and a glass or 2 of a nice red. The PONS of course will be hoping that they also get to taste a little of the plum crumble
ReplyDeleteThere was also custard. For Sophie her first taste was a ' I've died and gone to heaven ' moment.
DeleteMerlin and I have packed our bags..
ReplyDeleteYogi and I are headed your way as well.
ReplyDeletePlum crumble and good wine; Ahhhh, to live in France!
Macon passes muster then?
ReplyDeleteThe plum crumble sounds heavenly. Will Bob and Sophie get a bit more than a taste? Cures depression marvelously I hear.
Rain? An unknown word where we are. As you had stated earlier, roses drying on the bushes. So happy Bob and Sophie had a gleeful run in their garden and delicious tastes from heaven!
ReplyDeleteOh how I adore The Old Farmer...he's always off on some adventure somewhere.
ReplyDeleteLife how it should be. It can be such a lovely world.
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