A morning of birdsong and sunshine. The dogs and their master walk to the crossroads. On our way we pass the five donkeys, the two retired race horses and the three goats that share a paddock with the Shetland Pony. The three of us sit on the storm drain and watch the sun rise above the oaks on the next ridge. The young garagiste races by on his motorbike. He waves. So does the farmer with the Westie in his big Toyota 4x4. The Westie leaps from the front passenger seat into the back. He stands, barking, on his hind legs , front paws pressed against the rear window. This is something he does every morning. He clearly believes he is an intimidating sight. Fury unleashed. The PONs are oblivious to him as his face disappears - yapping - down the lane.
Bob has had a haircut.
By the pond the blossom is coming out. The trees covered in butterflies and bees. The scent of summer filling the air.
Bob and Sophie play - noisily. Or to be more precise Bob plays silently while his sister howls in delight. After six months of immobility her zest for life is ferocious. This simple change makes me glad.
For dogs and humans as near perfect a start to a day as it can get. Sophie goes with 'The Font' to the fishmongers. Sophie's celestial tether is strained by the excitement of a delivery of fresh fish. The fish monger gives her some salmon skin. There's sea bass for dinner. Can it get any better ?
To top it all here's a chart that adds to the beauty of a sunny February Saturday: https://twitter.com/BillGates/status/832336758356455424