Sunday, August 2, 2020
The masks return.
Cooler this morning. Sophie and her master have a leisurely break of day stroll round the village. The overly enthusiastic black labrador that shares a house with the 'tikes' bounds over. Sophie makes it quite clear that she is not pleased to see him. He retreats - still bounding. Overnight all the scarecrows on the village green have had masks fitted . Will the new mayor come along and de-mask them ?
On our walk down to the stream the family diva is in one of her sniff every flower, smell every tree moods. Progress is 'measured' while badger poo is savoured. When she discovers I've walked on ahead she powers along, head down , to catch up. Each time this happens Sophie gives me a look that makes it quite clear that in the dog ownership stakes I have much to learn.
Time to clamber up the ramp and head off for a curly croissant end. This morning we go to the cafe that does really good croissants but serves coffee out of a machine and in a paper cup. The croissant scores 9.5/10. The coffee fares rather less well. If bottled and sold it could come in handy stripping the chrome off a Cadillac or unblocking drains.
You know you're in France when the oven chips in the frozen food store are prepared in duck fat.
We also pick up on some Yakitori as pre-dinner snacks
Sunday morning wake up music. The piano players win this one : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EWZFkib99uo