Sunday, November 3, 2019
The fierce Atlantic storm continues to blow. The power on then off then on again. Overnight the strong winds have shaken the acorns from the oak trees. The lawn covered in them. Five bushy tailed red squirrels are on the grass celebrating their good fortune. Sophie wanders out, catches sight of them and pandemonium ensues. Bob, after a moment of hesitation, heads off after her.
The village wakens to the full throated sound of the PONs in full chase. The squirrels , who have sensibly clambered up into the branches at the first howl, are quite unperturbed. They sit and look at the PONs from their vantage points. This audacity is not well received by Sophie.
After lengthy ( and inept ) squirrel chasing and a trip to the cafe for a curly croissant end the PONs settle down for a restorative doze. With an exciting start like that today bears all the hallmarks of morphing into quite possibly the very best day ever.
And some Beethoven for a Sunday morning : https://youtu.be/IDOAT1ZbTRI?t=81