Bob is up early. C-a-t-s have taken to sleeping on the terrace dining table and he's keen to get out and restore order. It goes without saying that the c-a-t-s are up and safely over the garden wall before the thundering herd have taken five bounds out of the front door. Stealth is not a PON forte.
We head off into town. An early morning funeral underway. The forecourt of the church packed with cars and vans. How very practical to have the internment early in the day so that the ploughing schedule isn't interrupted. For ten or so minutes the streets empty as everyone in town wanders over to bid farewell.
The bar keeper brings over a coffee and the dogs a bowl of water before heading off to the church. '' I won't be long " he shouts out breezily. Angus and the PONs share the last croissant. We're the only customers. Angus tells the PONs about Darla Shine's comments on vaccination. After the funeral the bar fills up quickly. A screen has been set up at the far end of the bar so that the local rugby match can be projected on to it later in the day. Two groups of old farmers settle at tables and start toasting the memory of their departed friend. They have that look to them that says they'll be there until lunchtime.
A detour to the little cake shop that's been opened up by the young woman who's been working in Paris. This morning she's making a cake for a local teenagers birthday. It sits, covered in raspberry icing, in a kitchen that can best be described as chaotic.
We opt for a chocolaty thing and a pear tart for 'The Font'. Then feeling churlish for only ordering two cakes we add a caramely thing and an apricot tart to the order. Bob and Sophie get some pastry slivers. For them this is turning out to be, quite possibly, the best day ever.
Don't forget Tuesdays super moon : https://www.space.com/34515-supermoon-guide.html
5 comments:
Ohh we approve of the new baker. The meringue looks enticing. Good job on ordering double. Looks like a nice day in the village.
We'll done Bob for sorting out those c-a-t-s!
Just looked up Darla Shine. Ironic in that minutes before opening your blog this morning I'd been reading this is Steven Pinker's 'Enlightenment Now', on the reaction to the news in 1955 that Jonas Salk's polio vaccination had been confirmed safe. "...people observed moments of silence, rang bells, honked horns, blew factory whistles, fired salutes,... took the rest of the day off.......The city of New York offered to honor Salk with a ticker-tape parade, which he politely declined".
C-a-t-s do not belong on your property. Lady was thrilled at 6 am when the 2 dogs informed her of the squirrel on the deck... love a small town.
Hari OM
...perhaps the early funeral was to facilitate a longer cafeteria sit-in and the ploughing can wait till the next day? The raspberry cake, I am sure, will be a hit with the recipient, but not so much as the pastry slivers with the PONs! YAM xx
The new baker's offerings look delicious. Does a double order of cakes mean twice as many walks?
The moon last night was so bright I could have read by its light.
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