Monday, August 13, 2018
A stormy night but this morning the ground's dry and the PONs are ready for a new day. Around midnight the lawn was covered in hail. It lasted all of twenty seconds before melting but lit by the lightning it was a wonderful sight.
Sophie receives ( and objects to ) her morning kiss from Bob.
Through the sunflower fields to the stream. The weather forecast seems to indicate that the extreme heat is now behind us. This will be a relief to both the human and four legged inhabitants of The Rickety Old Farmhouse.
A reasonable collection of cakes at the bakers this morning. Even better the PONs get croissant slivers, a bowl of water and hair tousles from the regular staff. Bob is told he's handsome. Sophie fidgets and squeaks with impatience.
Curried cashews at the greengrocers. 'The Font' claims not to like them but some claims can safely be disregarded.
So starts a Monday morning with Polish Lowland Sheepdogs. Mundanities too unimportant for a diary but too much part of life to go completely unrecorded.
A very Spanish rendering of a piece of music by Charpentier. It must be the high point of the drummers year : https://youtu.be/WFThaphw5Ys?t=91