The old oak trees in the garden, planted at the time of the revolution and not touched since, have broad low hanging branches. At this time of the year the boughs weighed down to the ground with acorns. Perfect shelter from the scorching summer sun for both dogs and owners . Unfortunately, the low branches are at the perfect height for passing deer to leave 'ticks' on the leaves. Mid-morning 'The Font' notices an annoying small insect bite. '' I must have been bitten by a spider ". By dinner time the small bite has turned into an angry red circle. Time for a rushed trip to the hospital for a mega dose of antibiotics. Lyme disease is alive and well in deepest SW France. The emergency room are completely unperturbed. '' We see a dozen cases a week ". It used to be restricted to spring and autumn but this year the seasons been extended by the damp weather. The trick is diagnosing it early enough .
This morning Bob and Sophie are firmly on guard. They may not know what's wrong but they know that herders vigilance is required. Wherever 'The Font' goes two joined at the hip sheepdogs follow. The famous stereophonic PON stare.
A touch of mid-summer excitement.