Tuesday, August 4, 2020
Across country to the Holy Well and the Holy Oak. Sophie occupies herself by chasing field mice, ineptly, among the sunflowers.
The motorway en route to the cafe busy with Parisians who are eight or nine hours into their drive south.
Our croissant this morning 7/10. In Britain it would be considered 'good'. Here it's on the right side of mediocre. Sophie shrieks at some sparrows that get audaciously close to her croissant end. The female PON shriek is a truly wondrous thing - in a concrete shredding way. It comes from nowhere and goes as quickly. It cannot be mistaken for a bark. More a ' This is my space. You are not invited ' sound that carries to the farthest ends of the universe.
The cake display which is unadventurous even by the standards of the British high street. The raspberries have that ' We lived to fight another day' look to them.
More than you would ever wish to know about zombie cicadas : https://www.cbsnews.com/news/zombie-cicadas-infected-mind-controlling-fungus-west-virginia/