The PONs do their best to hide their boredom while Angus does his early morning phone calls. Bob digs a hole and eats dirt.
It must seem like an eternity to the PONs but finally Angus gets them harnessed up and we head off along the lane. Today, the men in dark suits want to talk about Hong Kong , Kashmir, Italy , Warren in Iowa and rare earths ( again ) . Standard worries du jour. Brexit is also a worry but Angus refuses to talk about it. His view of the British government runs the danger of being interspersed with barrack room language.
A tree by what used to be the feminist writers retreat looking glorious despite having shed lot of its flowers in last nights storm.
The clay soil in the sunflowers fields has turned into gloop. The PONs are oblivious to it. Their master gets his feet coated. Human progress is slow. The sunflowers are now well and truly past their prime.
Into the car and off to the butchers. Their first day back after three weeks holiday. Four of them carry a side of beef out of the deep freeze and discuss how to carve it up.
Angus and the PONs watch while the head butcher explains how he wants it carved. We opt for some Some Carre d'agneau for dinner. Just before we go the butchers lads hold out some sweetbreads to the angelic duo. Angus thinks of saying no but faced with two tails in hyper mode why bother ? Sophie makes it clear that if she had her way she'd move in with the butchers lads. Nothing like some sweetmeats to get a girls attention.
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Mmmn. Can we have the address of the butcher? Gail adores sweetbread (apparently unobtainable in Aberdeen these days) and Bertie would love to try some.
Hari OM
That glorious tree is, I believe, a Crepe Myrtle - close up on next passing, please Angus! What always interests me is that the PONs are permitted anywhere near a butcher's counter. That itself must be worth the helicopter tails. YAM xx
This is of course a country where in restaurants dogs and diners are allowed to enjoy the meal together.
It took a time for us to realise that as dog owners, Spain was the wrong country to retire to ! In public places, and restaurants, dogs are often allowed under sufferance, and only in the outdoor dining areas, rather than as welcome guests indoors. It is getting slowly better, but we have a long way to go before it's as tolerant as France.
The butchers display is rather picturesque and it is kind that they offered the Pons some treats. I love the tree that has dropped its flowers.
Where I live in Virginia, everyone seems to have at least one dog. Shops often allow the dogs entrance, but federal/state/municipal laws prevent pets in places where food is prepared, sold, or served. People use online sources to obtain fake "service dog" papers and jackets. I saw a woman in my neighborhood Whole Foods with an obese Pug in her cart. She wheeled the cart by the hot bar and the dog was perilously close to the unprotected food. When told she couldn't have her dog in the store, she replied that he was a service dog. Another customer said he'd like to see the paperwork on that. Amazon put paid to all that with signs that prohibit pets. The tree does look like a crape myrtle. They can be shrubs or trees. The Nat'l Gallery of Art has crape myrtle trees in its sculpture garden. They are carefully pollarded and maintained. The crape myrtle around my city's market square were left to develop as they pleased and then limbed. Not a good plan. Now they look like bizarre spindly things better suited to a Dr. Seuss book illustration.
Dirt followed by sweetbreads...a great start to a perfect day. Too bad yours started with men in suits.
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