Sophie up early this morning. She sits in the courtyard and waits impatiently for her brother. He is inside checking the kitchen floor for yogurt.
On the other side of the lane the wheat, which has done nothing all year, has put on a foot in growth in the four days we've been away.
By the time the sun is up Angus and the PONs have walked to the crossroads, said hello to the horses, observed the six donkeys and greeted another group of calves that have entered the world overnight. The usual cast of characters pass us. The farmer in the Toyota with the frenetic Westie, the young garagiste in his go-faster black Citroen and a variety of farmers in white vans. All wave. Bob and Angus sit on the storm drain and discuss world affairs. Sophie alternates between glaring at a pair of collar doves and searching for savoury badger poo in the drainage ditch. There was a time when routine was a word to be sneered at, now there's something strangely reassuring about it.
After five minutes or so Sophie remembers it's breakfast time so we head home at a rapid clip. Sophie takes the lead.
After breakfast the PONs race to the front door and wait impatiently to get in the car. The best day ever awaits. If in the far distant future a younger Angus ever reads this blog then remember one thing - share in your dogs enthusiasm. It will be the best day ever - rain or shine.
This is purely fortuitous: https://twitter.com/AMAZlNGNATURE/status/993098031644819456
These are clever : http://www.annecarpenterfabriccollages.co.uk/gallery-1-animals-and-pets.php
For some reason I'd filed this under the title ' A PON morning '. A mistake ? Perhaps not. If the angelic duo could sing, they'd sing like this :