Cooler today. Much cooler. What a relief after last weeks tarmac melting heat. Dog and master head off along the top of the ridge in the dark. We sit on the storm drain and look out across the valley as the sun daydreams into the sky . Sophie is given an ear scrunch and told, as she's told every morning, that this is her home. She leans into me. Then, having said 'good morning ' to the donkeys we head off down to the stream for a lengthy and noisy drink. Difficult to say who enjoys this routine more; Angus or Sophie. Peak holiday season here. No cars to disturb our reveries.
This, we think, is the week of the court case between the man with anger management issues and the German billionaires builder. We are doing our best to show 'disinterest' in the proceedings. Madame Bay is keeping us up to speed with the village intrigue. People are taking sides over the hedge felling. We continue to pursue our strategy of ' No speakee the French so good ' strategy of claiming that it's all too complicated for foreign folk to understand. This seems to be working - so far.