Bob is keen to get the day started. He nudges the back of my knee with his nose to reinforce the message.
His sister has just woken from a deep sleep .... and it shows.
Harnesses are put on. Sophie heads in, Bob heads out. Pre-walk chaos. Some semblance of order is finally restored and we head off along the lane.
The Old Farmer is out early to get the silver Peugeot estate ready for its bi-annual inspection. '' I bought it in 1978. Cars were cars in those days ". The Belgian lady has invested in 'leggings' for him. These keep his knees and his hips warm. Today he is wearing a red and black plaid shirt, voluminous knee length shorts , also in red, made of some shiny artificial fibre and lime green 'leggings'. Open toed sandals complete the sartorial ensemble.
It's dry this morning although another week of wind and rain is forecast. At the market the butcher greets the PONs. He puts some small slices of roast veal from the 'plat du jour' counter in the palm of his hands. Sophie sits, tail sweeping across the floor, doing her angel dog routine. For the PONs the slivers of cooked meat provide an epoch defining start to the day. Bob does his ' I had died and gone to heaven ' soft shoe shuffle.
The bakers counter decidedly below par in terms of offerings. The Monday morning baked goods feeling.
The first peaches of the year in the greengrocers ..
... and possibly the first aubergines although neither Angus nor the PONs are keen on aubergines so they might have been on sale for months and we wouldn't have noticed.
So starts the best day ever in a small village in deepest, deepest France profonde.
11 comments:
Hari OM
I sooo have greengrocer envy right now... YAM xx
I know that all is right with the world when I can read about the goings on at the ROFH. Glad to read that all is well and the OF is still delighting the village with such colourful outfits. By the way how is dear sweet Loic? Toodles for now and will catch up again when internet coverage permits.
Oh the picture that is in my head of the old farmer! A great start to my week.
Slivers of roast veal - can there be a better start to any week?
Your descriptions of the outfits, worn by the Old Farmer and Mme Bay, provide us with the very latest fashion trends in deepest France Profonde, and surely we'll all be wearing the same next year?
Aubergines seem to be a year round vegetable here, but peaches and nectarines are only just appearing in the supermarkets, and most of them are so hard they could be used as crickets balls !
In the third picture I can really tell the difference in texture of Bob and Sophie’s coats.
Sophie's thick and impenetrable, Bobs fine, silky and tangle free. It's not only their characters that are completely different !
Indeed. Slivers of recently cooked Quasi de veau are a pretty good start to the week.
Sometimes words can't do justice.
Loic is well and delighted to be allowed to use the garden tractor !
A good greengrocer is worth its weight in gold.
Where is the picture of the old farmer? Sophie and Bob looking lovely as always. Cold here in Umbria.
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