Far too short.

Sophie and 'The Font' head off to the morning market in search of the fishmonger from Arcachon and fresh prawns for a risotto. Bob and Angus head down through the sunflower fields to the stream and the waterfall. The cool early morning air hinting at autumn.

The sunflowers now just passing their best. The taller of them starting to wither in the sun.

For some reason the wheat field is full of hares. I stop and count seven of them. What they're doing out in the open in broad daylight is something of a mystery. From the fact that they don't bound away when they see Bob I presume it's because they're eating the grains of wheat left on the ground by the Combine Harvester. 

At the drainage ditch dog and master stop and sit. My legs dangle over the edge, Bob sits next to me. Angus wonders aloud why angry politicians are so popular. The male PON wonders what angry is. '' It's how you feel when there's a cat in the garden drinking from your water bowl " I suggest. He thinks, silently, about this but decides this sounds more like fun than anger. 

After ten minutes of contemplation we head home. Bob walks with the lightness of a dog who is immersed in happiness. This may be down to the sunny morning, it may be his companion, or there again it may be he's enjoying the peace and quiet of an hour without the 'diva'. We are waved at by the young garagiste, the builder in his lilac metallic Mitsubishi and the farmer in his white van.

I've got a new 'fitbit' which informs me that our morning walk is 4000 steps and our mid-morning walk a less daunting 2000 . Bob considers both walks to be far too short.