After a week of squally, chilly weather the morning dawns bright and mostly fair. It's going to be one of those English summer days. Warm and gentle.
Owner and PONs wander down to the stream. Its course marked by a line of shade giving willows and ash. When we draw level with the old shepherds hut Bob and Sophie rush into the sunflower fields . By the time I've gone a hundred yards they've re-emerged covered in petals and bits of stalk. They hurtle by me on their way to the little waterfall. The day too exciting and what they're doing too important to stop and acknowledge my presence.
We're out for a full , fun filled, fifty minutes.
Home and then into the car for the morning baguette and croissant run. The PONs enjoy this part of their daily routine almost as much as they enjoy their morning walk. Tails thwack-thwack-thwack against the bakers display cabinet. The sound of summer.
On our return we chat to the mayor who seems happy with yesterdays visit by the '' Beautiful Village '' judges despite the fact they showed up an hour early.
And maintaining the July 4th theme this is about a part of NY that's disappearing : http://www.grubstreet.com/2017/06/watching-and-lamenting-the-death-of-the-new-york-diner.html?utm_campaign=grub-street&utm_source=tw&utm_medium=s1