Monday morning and the PONs are warming up for a day full of adventure and excitement. Bob is ready to guard against passing pilgrims and his sister is dreaming of finding 'pungent' delights in the drainage ditches.
Autumn making its approach known. The front door step covered with fallen leaves from the plane trees .
The grass on the village green, despite Bobs best efforts, shriveled and parched.
The butcher shouts out ' Bonjour M'Ongoose. Today, we have Scottish Ongoose beef . Specially for you. Look at the marbleing '. He chuckles at his wit. At 45 Euros a kilo I thank him and pass on. The PONs are very keen on the butchers. They sit and stare at the counter in silence. They wear that canine '' one day " look.
Only two early rising pilgrims this morning. They are confronted by a savage beast with a heavily gummed 'lamb' in its mouth. The beast emits a terrifying growl. This is absorbed by the heavily gummed lamb and emerges as a muted wheeze. The pilgrims laugh.
Sophie liberates 'lamb' and brings it indoors.
So begins the best day ever in deepest, deepest France profonde.
The Old Farmers insurance certificate didn't arrive in the post on Saturday. It is expected in the post today. He and the Belgian lady are now planning to set off at four am tomorrow.
Not every day you hear Greensleeves in these surroundings : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8yslQ3MtroQ