Sunday, May 17, 2020
No sign of that.
Angus and Sophie are up and about early. The 'twinges' have decided to make a reappearance at an inopportune time so there's no point in lying in bed. Sophie is not in the least put out by being walked along the lane while the sun is just stirring into life and the street lamps are still on.
Four hares, a solitary deer and three owls observe us walking across the village green. The deer and the hares decide to scamper away. The owls, irritated by these interlopers, sit in a line, on a branch and screech and wave the white undersides of their wings at us. Two farm dogs wander happily down the lane, see us, and sensibly retreat.
Something about the wheat in the field across the lane that looks majestic in this early morning light. Angus and his fluffy companion stand and stare as the sun turn the wheat yellow, then orange , then gold. Any passerby would think we were, in our respective ways, both sixpence short of a shilling.
Down in the valley the sun has sauntered into the sky and the nocturnal inhabitants have gone. Sophie heads off to the waterfall for a drink. The overnight rain has turned the stream into a fast flowing, gurgling, torrent.The female PON positions herself on the bank and drinks carefully. Mid-drink she turns to make sure I'm there. A little reassurance is always welcome when you're on slippery ground. Seven years into our journey together and we can communicate silently. That is the enduring joy of dog ownership.
My companion sprints off. Those metallic knees working like clockwork. Every so often Angus is given the ' Do try to keep up !' look.
Chuckle 1 : https://twitter.com/MariaDeCotis/status/1256263535686045697
CFhuckle 2 : https://twitter.com/sarahcpr/status/1261085326887604224
The way we were : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ldOuVuas1c
We went here. The architecture was amazing. http://www.china.org.cn/arts/2020-05/14/content_76044983.htm