A traffic jam in the village. A convoi agricole has difficulty negotiating round the war memorial. A Datsun pickup with flashing orange lights is escorting a huge and incredibly wide yellow combine harvester. It in turn is followed by a Ford flatbed that's being driven by a fourteen year old transporting the cutting blades. The combine can't quite make the turn without getting up close and personal with the roses in front of the war memorial. There is much discussion and arm waving. Nothing in the village is undertaken without arm waving.
Bob and Sophie do a valiant job guarding The Rickety Old Farmhouse from this huge yellow monster. Bob barks ferociously with Lamb on a Rope firmly grasped between his jaws. After much tooing and frooing the combine makes its turn. 'The Font' is busy doing laps in the pool as it swings into the field by our front gate and disgorges a huge cloud of wheat chaff which drifts through and over the laurel hedge. It lands in the garden where a chaff covered 'Font' is not amused.
If this wasn't excitement enough
1) the mayor comes to borrow the step ladders to put out the flags for July 14
2) a white truck starts to unload scaffolding to put around the swaying Jesus
3) a lorry deposits a mechanical digger which starts to dig a hole outside the town hall and
4) another even larger lorry disgorges a bigger digger which begins work on flattening the ground for the petanque court behind the fig orchard.
Bob maintains a running commentary from his stump seat.
Sometimes a family boy deserves an ear scrunch for being so brave. His sister, overcome with excitement, has retired to the kitchen to help 'The Font' prepare dinner.
What a day ! Excitement piled on excitement. Perhaps we should have a tv series ?
And here's an occasion to turn up the volume for some Bastille Day music. The hair is amazing and unperturbed. She makes love to the word 'Liberte' :
https://youtu.be/7va62mL_LYU?t=164
10 comments:
Quite a skill, barking while keeping tight hold of lamb on a rope. The canine equivalent of those humans who manage to talk while smoking a cigarette?
Bob thinks it multiplies the ferocity quotient. Others are less convinced.
We would LOVE to watch your tv show. So much action. Seeing Bob and Sophie each day would make us smile. Maybe you could do a wee movie and post it here?
Please.
Thanks.
And to add to the excitement, there's tomorrow's big game.
Hari OM
Yes, what a shame the game is not today - the resonance would reach all the way up here!!! YAM xx
I'd bark, too, if I saw that gigantic yellow Thing outside my front gate. Well done, Bob.
No, I wouldn't worry too much about a gigantic yellow thing, as long as I knew Bob was on the case !
Remember Marielle Mathieu - she was considered the epitome of French Chic for British teenagers back in the day (how that dates me !), and we tried all ways to get our hair to look just like hers. That dress in the second clip (The Last Waltz) brings back memories - I had one just like it !
The village antics would definitely make great television! Casting Madame Bay would be an interesting endeavor! ;)
With apologies to the Font, I was most amused at your comment, "a chaff covered Font..."! A harvester (or a combine in my part of the world) can sure make a mess out of a recently cleaned car, a clean house (with the windows wide open), or in this case the Font just out of the pool.
I laughed out loud.
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