Monday, August 7, 2017
The spirit takes us.
Monday morning. The Old Farmer sees we're up and about. Or, to be more precise, he is alerted to the fact that we're up and about by the PONs rushing enthusiastically around in the garden searching for c-a-t-s. The old gentleman rings the bell at the gate. To celebrate his eighty fifth and a half birthday he's decided ( accompanied by the Belgian lady ) to go off in the Venerable Ford Transit motor home for a weeks touring holiday. '' No point in waiting around here for the results of the scan ". I ask him where he's planning to go. '' Where the spirit takes us " he says jovially before adding " I've fitted a new fan belt. The old one was slack ". Angus makes an appreciative 'harrumphing' sound which seems a suitable response in the circumstances.
For the journey The Old Farmer is wearing grey track suit bottoms, open toed sandals and his green lumberjack hat with ear flaps. He is shirtless. The Belgian lady seems to be wearing a short blue nylon house coat and little else. She is however sporting luxuriant long blond locks that cascade down her back in the style of Lady Godiva. Even though it's early and the light is poor the colour of her golden tresses borders on the memorable. It is presumably a wig as last week her hair was short and auburn.