Thursday, May 21, 2020
The temperature nudging up towards 30 degrees. These late May mornings have that perfect combination of sunshine, gentle warmth and even gentler breeze. As we head out of the front door it's clear that Sophie has had one of those nights. Her hair has developed a life of its own.
She heads over to the pool to demonstrate that there is nothing as refreshing as the three day old rainwater on the pool cover. To get to it she adopts a less than ladylike pose.
By the time we're ready to set off on our morning walk her coat has settled into a less 'rescue dog' shape. The power of gravity.
The Volvo garage has supplied a courtesy car. You'd think all Volvos would be spacious on the inside. This isn't true. We decide this one must be made for svelte twenty something contortionists.
I show the bee orchids on the village green to the old mayor. He says the hedgerows were full of them before the late unpleasantness. The 'late unpleasantness' he's referring to is the German invasion in 1940. The last time I'd heard this term was more than forty years ago in the Piedmont Drive in Club in Atlanta when a very grand southern lady used it to describe the ' war between the states'.
Sophie takes a very dim view of this : https://futurism.com/the-byte/robot-dog-herd-sheep-new-zealand