Thursday, October 26, 2017
PON weather. Clear and bright with a touch of morning fog in the valleys. Looking out from the top of the ridge we can, just, see Spain on the horizon. The PONs sit by me as we discuss world affairs. Sophie, who usually wanders off in search of something to eat or bark at, is in one of her attentive moods. She leans into me as I talk. The young garagiste on his motorbike, two farmers in white vans and the man in his large green Toyota Land Cruiser with the Westie in the passenger seat pass us and wave. Bob is told this is 'his country'.
After a walk down to the stream the PONs are loaded into the car and driven back to the village. Somewhere between the stream and the road Sophie has found something 'disagreeable' to roll in. We return home with all the windows down.
In the village work has started on turning The Very Old Farmers vineyard into a car park. The old mans son has sold it to the village for the princely sum of $3,000. He could have sold it for more to someone who wanted to build a house on it but that would have required some degree of industry and an element of patience.
Why a village of 67 souls should want a car park is a mystery.
A group of pilgrims wanders by. Bob watches them from his stump seat. Sophie settles down for a doze. '' Who's bothered about pilgrims when you can have a nap ? " her motto of the day. Yesterday there was a constant stream of visitors bringing chrysanthemums to the churchyard for All Saints. More can be expected today. Bob will observe them all.
The Women's Cooperative ladies progress slowly. They should finish the drawing room today. The wallpapering of the '' snug " has been put on hold due to the discovery of a fault in the paper. New paper will need to be ordered. '' Why didn't you check it when it arrived ? " asks the lead paperer. Angus silently wonders how many people open up wallpaper rolls to look for imperfections.
Through it all Bob maintains a watchful guard on the house and its occupants. This is undoubtedly shaping up to be a day of high adventure. Quite possibly the best day ever. Sophie may not agree. The pungent aftermath of her roll in the silage means that she will be getting a long and thorough B-A-T-H.