Cold but bright. We park by the Post Office and head off into town. The PONs detour via the bandstand. Bob christens it , Sophie runs up the stairs on one side and down the steps on the other. She repeats the process in reverse then yelps with delight. She's mistress of all she surveys. No doubting this is the best day ever.
The new dog clippers arrive. Boy are they heavy. Probably double the weight of the battery operated ones. Lets hope they'll make an impression on Sophie's impermeable four inch thick coat. When this cold snap goes both PONs will have their summer cut.
In the village the two tykes who so memorably 'played' their trombones at the recent village wedding are up early. The sound of the C scale being played over and over disturbs the Sunday morning calm. Drums and acoustic guitars can't be far off.
A really good dog photo :
There was a shooting incident in a supermarket a couple of hours south of here. A gendarme volunteered to take the place of one of the female hostages. He was later killed. The priest that was due to marry him ended up giving him the last rites. A reminder that duty, honour and bravery exist.