Friday, August 7, 2020
The village hall still cordoned off as a safety measure. The wasps are asleep at this time of the morning but from mid-afternoon until sunset they swarm around in a decidedly unfriendly way.
Sophie leads her master on a tour of the village. When he lags behind she turns and gives him that ' Do keep up !' look. She charges along the ox track and disappears into the sunflowers. Angus ponders the fact that females of all species give him the identical look.
Off in the dog car to the cafe in the market town. The owners, a 50 something couple, bought it in March. What a time to open a new business ! They don't have croissants but they do have two small Madeleines for Sophie. This saves the day. The coffee is Italian style good. We are changing our shopping habits to support those 'barely hanging on' businesses. There are rather a lot of these at the moment.
On our way back home on the motorway we pass a car pulling a trailer with a very wind blown sheep in it. The sheep seems to be enjoying the high speed cooling breeze.
Pilgrims making a comeback in the village. A father, three boys, mother and two mules wander through . The boys are at that 'studies in motion stage' , I'm guessing 4,6 and 8, and seem to be having a whale of a time. Father stops on the village green and opens cans of orange juice. Mother heads off with her mule in search of some peace and quiet.
So starts a quiet Friday morning in sun drenched France profonde. Another 40 degrees day forecast. The builder has gone on holiday until the end of the month.
Science as poetry : https://www.knowablemagazine.org/article/living-world/2020/life-springs-dead-leaves-streams