The little market town deserted apart from a senior gentleman dragging a brightly coloured shopping trolley. He whistles, atonaly, as he goes. The PONs aren't quite sure how to respond to his whistling. Bob walks ahead ready to defend his flock. Sophie guards from behind my legs.
An exotic addition makes its way onto the fresh vegetable counter. We read the description but are no wiser as to what it might be. It's unlikely the staid citizens of SW France use it in their cooking. Angus is left to ponder how big the Cameroonian export market for Chikouang can be.
In the afternoon it rains heavily. Between downpours the PONs are keen to get out into the garden.
They have both perfected that ' What do you mean it's too wet to play ? ' look.
Bob insists on drinking from the stagnant puddle by the horse field. This is presumably flavoured with an irresistible equine essence that he simply can't get enough of.
It goes without saying that Scotland lose to England in the weekend rugby match.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=daQCPz-pNGg
And this is one very feisty lady ( and a wonderful journalist ). All bullies should be dealt with like this. http://www.ft.com/intl/cms/s/2/b57fee24-cb3c-11e5-be0b-b7ece4e953a0.html#axzz3yFpYhJCC