Sophie and her master go to the bakers by the motorway pay station for a shared croissant. The cake selection today lacking in colour. The preponderance of brown may have something to do with everyone having spent all their money at Christmas and now compensating with a period of self denial.
Vin Jaune in the wine shop. Some folks swear by it. Angus thinks it tastes like hay infused water.
Sophie is in one of her ' wherever you go I shall go too ' moods.
This lasts until the family princess works out that 'The Font' is making a braised beef pie. After that there's no real competition. Angus is forsaken for the possibility of some discarded meat.
A style of singing much emulated by a younger generation of Celts. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P7C53nNffVA&list=RDP7C53nNffVA&start_radio=1
8 comments:
Mmmm eclairs!!
Excellent prioritisation Sophie.
Toodle pip!
Bertie.
Hari OM
Hmmmm - Can't beat Dougie's original version of Caledonia. Paolo's version equates to the brown-shades in the boulangerie! YAM xx
Sadly, Angus, you can't compete with 'The Font's' braised beef pie!
Sophie is looking a bit rumpled but nonetheless charming. I'm thinking that she celebrated a birthday earlier this month which, if mentioned, I missed.
Yes, indeed. A seventh birthday had been celebrated with particular delight ... and relief .... this year.
Story of my life.
Paolo Nutini?? A confusing Celtic name. Braised beef pie trumps everything else.
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