Tuesday, August 28, 2018
The fog is starting to lift.
The two tykes have returned from visiting their grandparents in St Etienne. They spend their morning doing wheelies on the gravel outside the village hall. In the afternoon they grapple with the intricacies of the 'C' scale on their trombones.
A long and jolly chat with an old friend at Stanford. He observes that ' Some people used to ask what's the point of studying history ? Now the fog is starting to lift '. As good a comment on our times as I've heard. He makes a slightly less upbeat point when he observes that ' after four years of expansionary budgets the 2020 election is one that no one will wish to win '.
We've always had happy dogs but there's something about these two that's different. It's as though they've inherited a kind of mischief to the power ten. The two of them hare down the track to the little lake. They holler with delight. PONs are not quiet dogs. The Celt in me can't help but think that humans could never be as immersed in the wonder of the moment as these two are.
An appellation I've never seen before on a wine label Pays de Mediterranee. That leaves a fairly wide geographic area for the grapes to come from.
The greengrocers looking particularly exotic this morning. It seems Thai cuisine is becoming a big thing here in deepest, deepest France profonde.
Trailers as a % of the housing stock. Montana and Wyoming seem high considering the climate. Why ? :