A morning for standing on the stump seat and watching the village youngsters head off to school. The builders van, sound of hip-hop on the radio audible through its open window, gets barked at.
Then an amble along the lane to see the donkeys ....
...... and count how many new calves there are in the field by the crossroads. Two more today.
The farmer hasn't managed to cut the sunflowers before the rain set in. Nothing quite as bedraggled looking as afield of wet, past their prime, sunflowers.
At the greengrocers pumpkins and four different types of beetroot.
A motor home has parked next to us. As Bob and Sophie get into the back of the car a Bichon that's been asleep on the dashboard wakes and lets them know that it rules the roost around here. Bob ignores it. Sophie never one to let the chance for a diva moment pass her by, rises to the occasion.
This just written piece of Scottish music arrived in the e-mail yesterday. It's very calming.Perfect for christenings : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pscNTzAGVnk&feature=youtu.be