Three large trucks arrive on the village square. They've come to relay the tarmac around the war memorial. This was supposed to have been done for the Armistice commemoration last month. Better late than never. Sophie observes their arrival with keen interest.
By the smaller village pond (where the carp live ) there are more workmen hard at work. The German billionaires are building again. This time its another garage with an inspection ramp so that their fleet of vintage cars can be serviced. Part of the old Roman defensive ditch has been built on. The good news is that they've started to repair the old farm buildings which have been derelict for generations as part of a new yoga centre for his wife.
In the supermarket a young woman assistant is dragging a trolley of sequined white Polar Bears along behind her. She spends a long time consulting a clip board.
The young woman frowns, rummages around in the pile of bears and finds a solitary penguin to put on the fish counter.
Exhausted with her hard work she leaves the trolley of Polar Bears blocking the vegetable aisle and wanders off. Angus watches as three women stop, examine the bears and pop one in their trolleys. People will buy anything - even if it's not for sale.
Wet weather does little for Sophie's coat.
And a stern warning from the Shanghai-Beijing Bullet Train : https://twitter.com/i/status/1056811593177227264
7 comments:
Bob and Sophie and Alison Krauss - an excellent way to start the day.
Hardly your traditional French style of decorating with polar bears. Not for me.
Is that a crenellated battlement atop the garage?
Thankfully not. It's where the cross beams will be slotted in. The abnormal height of the structure is so that a hydraulic lift can be put in to enable the German billionaire and his team to stand and work unhindered on their 1950's gullwing Mercedes'
Hari Om
ohmigosh, Angus, I so nearly used that very vid-clip for my 'Listen' button this week!!! It is lovely. I opted instead for the Palestrina Choir (Dublin) version.
I wonder if the checkout-perschic let the polar bear through... YAM xx
Any news on The Mayor's health? Seems odd that things are going on in the village without his supervision. He's in our thoughts.
No news. I'll ask The Old Farmer tomorrow.
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