5:22 am. There is the most almighty banging and crashing sound outside The Rickety Old Farmhouse. Angus grabs a torch, throws on a dressing gown and heads down the stairs. The PONs, woken from a deep sleep, follow enthusiastically. Outside a full moon is floating above the mist covered valley. For some reason the sky is beetroot red. Bob and Sophie hare round the garden at super high speed. The security lights come on as they climb steps, check the terrace for C-A-T-S and then head off into the orchard.
The source of the diabolical clatter is soon evident. On the other side of the lane The Old Farmer is up and about. He's decided to deal with his depression by taking the Venerable Ford Transit motor home out for a spin. He's also decided to beat an errant body panel into shape. '' Did I wake you ? " he asks. ' No. I was just letting the dogs out for a breath of fresh air ' I reply with what I hope is studied politeness. '' I'm going to Bordeaux " he adds. As he drives away he beeps the horn and waves. He's wearing his brown cut off dressing gown jacket, his new MAGA baseball cap, voluminous shorts and open toed sandals.
'The Font' sleeps through this early morning bout of hyper activity.
Sophie's lustrous nose continues to be one of the seven wonders of the dog world.
Her brothers asymmetrical muzzle trim is proof that Angus shouldn't consider a career change into dog grooming.
On the village green the Swaying Jesus has been hoisted up and reset in concrete. It is more upright than it was but has sagged to the left and moved forward a little while the concrete was setting. It no longer sways but merely tilts.
So begins another day in a little French village where nothing ever happens.
If we lived in Oklahoma this dog would have two furry accomplices : https://www.cbsnews.com/news/gold-digging-dog-pretends-to-be-a-stray-to-get-hamburgers-from-mcdonalds-owner-says/?ftag=CNM-00-10aab7e&linkId=58671721
8 comments:
Wishing the Old Farmer safe travels to Bordeaux.
So you have the Old Farmer to thank for giving you the sighting of the moon in a red sky.
Good luck to the old Farmer. We hope he makes it safely home.
We hope you get a better nights sleep tonight with no disturbances.
Hari Om
I'll take your beetroot sky and trade you for the rotten potato haar I'm looking at right now. Bob's assymetry gives him that slightly 'devil may care' aura... YAM xx
I doubt Sophie can even see her nose. I hope the Old Farmer is picking up the Belgian Lady on his way. She seems to cheer him up.
The Old Farmer may want to re-think his choice of headgear. After the events of yesterday and today, the trending hashtag is MAGAbomber.
I am impressed that in the midst of unearthly racket, in the dark of pre-dawn, you remembered to grab your camera.
Never leave home without you i-Phone !
The Dahlias are very beautiful with the statue behind them! 5:22 a.m. ....I'm with the Font. Sound asleep. But you have to admire the "get up and go" of the Old Farmer and his unique traveling attire. Devil may care and off he goes!
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