Wednesday, August 12, 2020
Still no storms.
The start of day heat like Galveston in August. The weather forecast keeps on promising storms and torrential rain. They've missed us for two nights in a row. Perhaps they'll come charging down from the mountains tonight ?
The sunflower seem able to withstand this blast furnace weather. The grass along the path that leads down into the valley can't. The stream hasn't quite dried up but it's barely flowing. My furry companion looks for minnows but is disappointed.
Walk over we're away in the VW to the cafe at the roundabout. Sophie loves sitting in the back of the car with the windows down. We're too early to be greeted by the municipal refuse collectors. Today there's a new waitress who brings me the croissant in a brown paper bag. I have to ask for a bowl of water for Sophie. The croissant is a 9/10.
Into the frozen food store for a bag of oven chips. They sell frogs legs. Not something you'd find in a Scottish store.
The youngsters from the special needs school had a socially distanced gathering on the village green. A variety of tents are put up for shade. This gives the village something of the look of a medieval encampment. The special needs folks particularly love this song which is repeated forever - and I mean forever : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uw2xXT6Sk7k