Monday, August 31, 2020
The last day of August. How can that be ? Whoever coined the phrase ' time flies' was a master of understatement. 'The Font' observes that it's coming on eight months since either of us flew anywhere. You'd need to go back fifty years to find either of us this air-phobic.
A long chat with men in dark suits. Although of different political persuasions they all seem to agree on the likely Electoral College result in the November election.
A walk along the ridge as the sun rises. Then off to the cafe for the morning croissants. Today we choose the cafe with the audacious sparrows and the large outside seating area. Sophie opts to ignore the sparrows who flutter around in front of her ( but wisely a couple of feet away ). Todays croissant has a surprising elegance which warrants a 9.2/10.
A bizarre cake which could either be a mandarin orange and strawberry combination or equally a tinned peach and strawberry concoction.
We choose a strawberry tart for lunch.
At the greengrocers they have now provided black plastic tongs to pick up the peppers. Angus notes that the older shoppers still use their hands to squeeze the produce. Today we forego buying peaches. They have been handled by at least half a dozen people before we can get to them. Is there any fruit that responds so badly to being manhandled as peaches ? They bruise if you so much as look at them.
A hotel with a dog menu. How great is that ? There again , maybe all menus are dog menus : https://innatperrycabin.com/life-at-the-inn/the-dogs-of-perry-cabin/