Friday, December 29, 2017

A loud crash.

After the storms the day dawns bright and clear. For thirty seconds the sun peaking above the horizon bathes the church and the village trees in gold. The luck of being in the right place at the right time and with the i-Phone to hand. 

Angus was woken at 1:02 by a loud crash. He thought the swaying Jesus might have rocked away in the 85 mph winds. This morning it's still there. The cause of the disturbance has yet to be discovered. Later I'll check the tiles on the church roof.

Sophie is in an affectionate mood today. She plants a kiss on her brother.

Surprised, he plants one on her in return.

Much of the morning and a large part of the afternoon is spent on the stump seat observing the tykes.

No less than six different varieties of Pomelos in the greengrocers. Whoever knew Pomelos were a French thing ? Come to that whoever knew Pomelos were such a thing ?

This map shows journey times from London in 1881. How travelling has changed.


Morrie Major said...

That looks like a perfect day! Sophie looks like she gives great kisses too!
Lots of licks, your good friend Morrie :)

Poppy Q said...

How sweet to see Pons kissing!

Bella Roxy & Macdui said...

Don't know that Sophie is impressed with the kiss.

MOPL said...

Sophie is not looking her best this morning.... Hard Night all round perhaps? They really are quite devoted to each other. Bob seems to find endless hours of amusment in watching the tykes....... probably just cannot believe their behaviour.

Coppa's girl said...

I wonder if Bob would like to join the tykes - or is that more a Sophie sort of thing ! Sophie does look a little windswept today.

WFT Nobby said...

Love seeing Bob and Sphie showing their affection for each other.
And the map is interesting, but reminds me of an oft quoted statistic that average journey times within London have not speeded up at all in the last hundred or so years.

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
That's for a time when travelling actually meant something; now the 30-40 days to reach my beloved OZ is much less than 40 hours! Some mysterious bumps in the night ever remain so... YAM xx

Angus said...

She suffers her oaf of a brother with stoic reserve.

Angus said...

Bob could spend all day on his stump seat - must be a combination of guarding and amazement at what he sees.

Angus said...

Both of them would be out playing in the lane with the tykes - if they could.