Sunday morning with two lively PONs. Sophie wants to get the day started. Bob is just happy.
After last weeks rain the morning is bright and sunny. The Old Farmer is up and about early. He's wearing his fur trappers hat and a thick red and black check fur jacket. Sophie sniffs his zimmer frame while Bob climbs the stairs up to his terrace in search of c-a-t-s. The intrepid duo find molehills on the old mans lawn. This is a cause for great excitement. The molehills are excavated amidst much high pitched whimpering and manic digging. The moles have long gone. The PONs don't know this.
Off into town to check on the time of today's rugby match. A step up in the excitement stakes from yesterdays game between two sets of local farmers. It starts off at a sedate pace and slows from there. In a pause in proceedings ( while everyone catches their breath ) the Sapeur Pompier and the young gendarme from St.Etienne have time to wander over and chat to us. ' Bonjour M'Ongoose. Bonjour Bhub '. Bob, who has been asleep on the bleachers, observes them with a mixture of interest and caution.
The cafe on the site of the old castle has put out a sign for todays petanque tournament. Angus makes a mental note to avoid the area this afternoon. PONs are keen participants in petanque games - an enthusiasm that petanque players tend not to reciprocate.
We check the Pilgrims Menu at the cafe on the High Street.
Finally, we make it to the cafe for a coffee and a bowl of water and croissant crumbs. There is much tail wagging.
Now you don't even need to go shopping :
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19 comments:
It is most unfair that Bob and Sophie are not given the opportunity to take part in petanque.
Toodle pip!
Bertie.
My Lab. too, would consider it most unfair not to join in the petanque. Her philosophy of late has been "if it's round and moves along the ground" - chase it !
Much tail wagging - so another best day ever.
Very nice pilgrim menu. I big step up from the typical pilgrim menu in Spain.
Hari Om
...I got stuck at the image of the on-field (non-agricultural) farmers and was thrown back fifty years to what used to be called the Melrose Sevens... sigh... YAM xx
Have to wonder how kindly the family dog would take to someone "dropping in" to deliver groceries and opening the fridge while they're home alone.
Bob would not be impressed. Sophie might give a warmer welcome if she knew they were bringing food.
It was E19.50 which is a premium to the usual E13.50 variety.
Why would anyone be upset to have a dog 'liberate ' the petanque boules ?
It's what dogs are meant to do.
They're still going strong. Although Melrose can be a bit windy in April.
Is Pentaque like bocce ball?
Pretty much.
I learn so much on your Blog 😁
Rocket Man, too funny. Isn't the world tired of scary, self interested, ambitious leaders starting wars?
Love that the rugby players need to have an extra break, only in France.
Re the moles: The excitement is in the hunt....and digging.
The moles have made an appearance in our yard too - And Todd knew before we did, of course.
...yes that's true... but since Sevens became a watchable thing, majority of rugby world has forgotten or never knew! My farmer uncle played for Selkirk for many years (despite being a Gala lad), but his son Graeme Shiel, played for Scotland for three seasons - toured down under and landed a year's contract with the Manly team in Sydney! Yxx
...you'd think I'd be able to spell my own cousin's name correctly, wouldn't you? But no. sigh.. Anyhoo, I recalled that Graham still had strong connections with rugby, but was sadly ignorant of this... Yxx
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