Tuesday, October 31, 2017
The noisy water beast.
Sophie joins me in the kitchen at 6.30. I compliment her on being such a vision of loveliness. She gives me a look that makes it plain that sarcasm has its place but this isn't it.
By 7.00, after her walk, she is looking merely windswept. This is an improvement.
I've trimmed the hair over her eyes so she can see. A diva that can see makes trips to the cafe less ' adventurous ' .
The healthy lustre of Sophie's nose continues to be one of the canine wonders of the world. I can't help but think she's a walking advert for the benefits of 'recycling'.
The little Huguenot chapel in the next village is open. The PONs wait outside while I look in. The air inside warm. It's only 3 degrees outside this morning.
There are fresh flowers on the table. Are they there for Halloween ?
Back in the village a man with a battered little blue Peugeot is hard at work in the churchyard. A length of hose runs from the tap on the village green to his Karcher power washer. A cloud of spray marks his presence. The PONs hurry past this noisy water beast. I notice he has one of those hand drawn signs in the back window of his car offering it for sale for E1100. Optimism is alive and well in deepest, deepest France profonde.