The presence of heavily armed riot police at the motorway slip road tells me that there's another nationwide strike going on. We know for sure the air traffic controllers aren't working - there's an absence of aircraft contrails in the morning sky. The radio presenters have also downed tools. The airwaves free of start of day chit chat. Instead we get back to back esoteric musical moments of the 70's. Johnny Matthis a big thing this morning. Out here in the depth of the countryside events in the big cities seem far away. Over breakfast 'The Font' delphically observes that the French are a people who live in paradise but think they live in hell.
Our start of day routine well established. Sophie gets harnessed up. She then sits and waits for Angus to put on his shoes, She starts off meaning to be patient but her impatience soon becomes apparent. If Angus is particularly dilatory she yelps.
This is a yelp morning enlivened by finding, and then shredding, some kitchen roll.
At the storm drain we pause. Angus looks out across the valley. Sophie digs up ( and then savours ) some buried fox poo. We discuss the decision by Harry and Meghan to 'step back' from royal duties. Sophie thinks they'll probably end up living in Vancouver. Angus thinks it's more likely they'll slum it in Malibu or Bel Air.
Galette des rois still for sale in the bakers. You'd think that they'd stop being sold after the 6th of January but there seems to be a market for them .
The chaffinches much in evidence on the bird bath. Later on in the day the chaffinches will be replaced by blue tits. They in turn will be replaced by sparrows. Three robins will follow. Each species seems to have an agreed time for their ablutions. I have absolutely no idea why this should be the case but it is a routine that is strictly adhered to. There is no avian shared bathing.
Music for a chilly winter morning : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hx-ntT-1jSw