Angus is not happy. Heritage blogger has gone and with it his G-mail account for the second time. On top of it downloading the blog archive and associated photos is proving to be a tedious and unwelcome process. Thank you Google. All of this complaining about 'change' is another reminder that Angus has morphed into his father.
On our morning walk it looks as if Sophie is considering leaping into the village pond to chase the frogs who are cavorting on the water lily leaves. Thankfully, she thinks better of it.
Vandalism in the village. Overnight someone has broken a stone cross from a gravestone in the churchyard. We find it under a bush on the path that marks the route of the old village walls. I tell the mayors secretary and soon the old mayor, the German billionaires builder and the new mayor are in attendance. I leave them to their deliberations. A white motor home was parked on the square overnight. The finger of suspicion falls on them but why anyone should motor into the countryside with the intent of vandalising a gravestone is beyond me.
Sophie and her master sit and have a lengthy chat on the village green. We comment on how frequently the word ' sedition' is being used these days. Of course one mans sedition may be another mans freedom of speech.
This morning we sit outside at the modern cafe. Sophie waits patiently while her master goes in for a coffee and a croissant. She glares at the sparrows who are flitting around so barely notices I've been away.