The mayor is at the front door early. His wife, who has had no less than five hip operations, has had a difficult night. He's made her breakfast and is now up and about checking on his villagers while she has a doze. An excuse to be out of the house. Being a dog family he knows that we will be up early. The PONs are delighted to welcome this early morning visitor. Over a cup of coffee he tells me that he's going to retire in March and that all the work that's going on in the village is his ' swan song '. Today electricians will come to install new motion detectors and lights above the church and village hall doors. ' Then it's all done ' he adds with a wistful smile.
No sooner has the mayor gone than Loic the heavily bifocaled gardener comes to blow leaves. There are a lot of leaves to blow. The PONs leap into the newly formed piles, roll on their backs and thoroughly enjoy this new adventure. Loic seems oblivious to the fact that his hard work is being scattered everywhere. With a broad grin he informs me that he'll be going to the dentist this afternoon. He's looking forward to it.
Someone has left a rather tasteful floral decoration in the church porch. Deemed too fancy to be put out on one of the graves in the churchyard for Halloween ?