It remains an enduring mystery of dog ownership that Sophie can happily drink from stagnant puddles but will stare accusingly at you if the water in her bowl isn't fresh. This morning Sophie makes it clear that the water in the bowl at the front door hasn't been changed since last night.
Local tomatoes make it into the greengrocers.
An unexciting display of cakes at the bakers by the roundabout.
This morning the girl behind the counter brings out a coffee, a bowl of water and a croissant in a wicker basket. Sophie gets an ear scrunch. Angus and Sophie briefly discuss the morning news. They wonder what ' a high functioning sociopath ' might be but give up.
We leave early. A gentleman drives up and parks his truck, engine running, by our table. Sophie doesn't like the noise. Angus doesn't like the diesel fumes. In the UK I'd have said something. Living in a foreign country teaches you the benefits of silence.
As we head back from the bakers this old Parks and Recreation favourite is playing on Radio Nostalgie : https://youtu.be/g9CQ1o5do78?t=17
Not sure what this told me : https://phys.org/news/2020-07-human-drug-life-threatening-dogs-traumatic.html
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The WSJ had an article today titled "The Best Way to Travel Without Actually Traveling". The article was actually about travel memoirs, but I thought immediately of this blog. Whenever you post pictures of tomatoes, I immediately wish I were in France, but just looking at the pictures is also pretty atmospheric! It's too bad your morning croissant was interrupted by truck fumes (not very atmospheric).
All felt well as I reached Torridon in the sunshine yesterday afternoon, then my first conversation (socially distanced, Highland style, sat in our cars, windows rolled down, blocking a passing place on the single track road) was with a neighbour worried about the future the Torridon Hotel and her job as House Manager there).
Too bad about the diesel flavoured breakfast...
Cheers,
Gail.
Hari om
You don't have to look far for ASPD (hi-fnct s/path)... Johnson, Trump, any two-yearold pouting and stamping it's feet... key points, "what's mine is mine and what's yours is mine; I don't care what I do to make what's yours mine; guilt - what's that? I have no shame, care less what you think of me and even less that you got hurt."
I may have to disagree with Angusbre the cake counter. There are 3 or 4 there I wish I could snatch from the screen!!! YAM xx
No, I didn't think those cakes looked to bad either! Preferable to the lack of anything remotely sweet around the house here! Your croissant looked a good size with plenty to share with the family princess, but not worthy of a rating today?
How inconsiderate of the truck driver to park where he did, and to leave the engine running. He is obviously of the opinion that no-one is going to challenge him in a vehicle that size!
It looks like a lovely sunny day and we would risk an eclair.
I know what you mean about keeping quiet. We were once blocked in our rented gite all morning by a van. The driver was not at all sorry when we pointed out that we were only there for a week and he had ruined half of a day for us. Our French was not up to arguing with him as he seemed to declare his right to park wherever he pleased and he eventually drove off, shaking fists and uttering French expletives (I think). We have opted for the silence option since then.
In most of the world...that would qualify as an exciting array of cakes.
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