7.00 pm on a cloudless Christmas night. A pre-dinner tour of the garden with Sophie. Venus low in the south west sky as bright as a car headlight. Earlier in the month Saturn could be seen just below it. Some say it's the same rare conjunction of the planets that the wise men followed. As I turn to come back into the house three satellites can be seen moving slowly east . I've never seen three satellites on the same heading before. Makes me think someone has a lot of interest in something. North Korea perhaps ? Sophie couldn't be bothered about what's going on in the sky. She's heading across the lawn at speed following a scent with great determination.
This morning the village deserted. So is the shopping street in the little market town. It seems that most of the locals are taking the rest of the week off.
Sophie goes for an hours walk with 'The Font' down to the valley and then back up the hill. It should have been a half hours walk but Sophie is in one of her smell every flower study every clod of grass moods. Progress is glacial.
The sound of this drifted across the village green last night. Anyone who has lived in France at Christmas will have heard this being sung at village gatherings by local farmers. Wine adds to the solemnity of the performance. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yxB7od-l89s
It is amazing how Christmas does encourage us all to stop for just a moment and focus on what we can do for others - your gifts are lovely, although I'd have loved to see the parrot! Cherry received a stuffed rabbit and promptly ripped its ears off. I love today's shot of Sophie - she looks somehow Churchillean?
North Korea or Bethlehem?
I have come to the conclusion that nobody - not one soul - in the world does tousle the way Mlle Sophie does tousle. (Or maybe one bloke, he who must not be named...without risk of nausea.) YAM xx
I love the quiet days after Christmas. Time to put my feet up and read my book.
All of our walks are stretched out as everything must be sniffed!!!
Quiet days are the best.
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