Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Radiant dawn.

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  :


  1. Posts featuring the donkeys bring back fond memories of my father, who in later years, when vocabulary was diminishing, had a favourite walk he always described simply as "going to see the donkeys".
    Cheers, Gail.

  2. Looks like a lovely day. But isn't it surprisingly cold?
    How is the old donkey faring? So many concerns in your village--the old donkey, the Old Farmer, Loic, his mother...

  3. The very impertinence of that Bichon - a mere incomer. We're sure that Sophie easily won the "I'm the boss round here" barking match !

  4. St. Andrews is a much larger town than I had imagined.

  5. Hari OM
    Somehow that field of flowers illustrates some of the poignancy in your community this month... and the music decorates it. Sublime. YAM xx

  6. What a lively display of vegetables at the greengrocers.

  7. The story of changing seasons is so well told through your pictures.

  8. That's a lovely video, and the sidebars led me to Michael Palin, which led me to old clips from the Flying Circus, and I got to see "Bicycle
    Repairman" for the first time in many moons. Serendipity.

  9. Greetings from the farm fields of central Illinois! I found your blog last week and have been consumed with reading about Bob and Sophie. What wonderful pups! I have a Sophie as well. She is a 3 1/2 year old Bernedoodle and, given your descriptions, seems to be the perfect combination of Bob's guarding the flock and Sophie's diva traits. Your photos are beautiful. Thank you for sharing.