Thunder growls around in the small hours. Hail pounds against the windows. Bob and Sophie sleep through it all. By the time they set off on their morning walk the sky is cloudless, the earth is drying out and the growing heat is pointing to it being a barnstormer of a day.
We wander down the lane stopping as we go to look at the horses, the donkeys, and the cows in the fields by the stream. Each of them is examined- carefully and with an element of surprise - for fifteen seconds. Then, as if satisfied that these strange creatures present no threat, the PONs hurry on. This ' stop and stare' routine is followed every morning so there must be some canine logic to it.
Bob also benefits from a haircut but manages to emerge from the experience looking exactly the same as he always does.
The mountains on the far side of the plain are shrouded in heat haze. PONs and owner sit on the drainage ditch and look towards where they should be. Bob and Angus chat. Sophie hunts for lizards. The passing builder and the young 'garagiste' wave.
The local newspaper informs us that we've got important visitors in the neighbourhood. It's certainly the place to come to if you want a quiet vacation.
And here's some Sunday morning music. Performed fifty years ago, it's as relevant today :