Q : Where did the morning go ?
A : Washing Sophie's feet ; cutting off Bobs overly long ear hair (that's been dragging on the ground and collecting twigs) and thinning out the bushy fur on both their cheeks. Finally, forty minutes are spent on plucking the itchy hair that grows inside their ears.
Sophie is a perfect patient. She is convinced that all this attention is her rightful due as a diva. She lies on her back, waves her paws in the air and squeals with delight.
Bob has a more prosaic approach to grooming. He hides. Then when found he squirms and howls.
The rave has finished and the teenagers have gone. The PONs are delighted with the myriad of smells that have collected outside the Salle des Fetes. Our afternoon walk to the end of the village is replaced by a thirty minutes of intense sniffing .
A cheery couple from Brittany have parked their motor home outside the church. They have a son who follows along behind them in a white van. The white van contains food, a fold out table and a set of chairs. They open up the back of the van and enjoy a late lunch. They intend to stop here for three nights. Eating in the back of a white FIAT van is borderline unusual.
These pictures are hauntingly beautiful :