Thanks to a combination of a full moon and a completely cloudless sky the garden is bathed in clear white light. The PONs head out of the front door for their pre-breakfast 'comfort' break with a '' whoop whoop " of delight.
This morning the PONs detect the scents of squirrels so all Angus sees of them are two wildly waving white tails disappearing over the brow of the hill into the orchard. The two tails , preceded by two wet noses, reappear fifteen minutes later.
Angus always has a half pineapple with breakfast. This morning there are two varieties - one from Ghana, the other from the Ivory Coast. These African varieties are too tart and hard for his taste. The greengrocer says the 'French' ones from Guadelope - milder and a tad sweeter - will be in tomorrow. In the good old days a pineapple was a pineapple - and in the Scottish Highlands - a think of great wonder.
Panetonne makes an appearance on the shelves. Hints of approaching Christmas popping up everywhere.
Chestnuts another - and very loud - hint of approaching seasonal mayhem.
No visitors due this week apart from the tree man who is scheduled to show up today to trim some branches overhanging the barn. The PONs find the tree mans ability to shimmy up high into the trees quite intriguing. His arrival will quite probably make this the best day ever.
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