Tuesday, September 1, 2020
School starts today. Sophie passes a cluster of unhappy faces around the war memorial as the village children wait for the school bus. The two tikes look as though they're on their way to the guillotine. Their elder sister stares at the screen on her phone and ignores them. They sit at the back of the bus. She sits at the front.
We watch the bus head off along the lane. Sophie, is told, as I've told PONs for decades past, that a day of high adventure awaits. The PONs may change, the routine doesn't, nor, come to that, the sentiment.
Perfect weather. Like an English summers day. 20 degrees, no humidity and the faintest of breezes that could charm you for hours. Up here on the ridge the sunflowers are well past their prime. Sophie barges her way through them. Every so often she reappears on the track to make sure I'm still there. There is minnow fishing.
Back home after a trip for the morning croissant she makes it quite plain that today is a ' I'm up for anything' day.
While Angus cleans the pool his shaggy companion out stares butterflies.
Just another quiet morning in deepest, deepest France profonde. The wisteria around the front door is starting to flower for the fourth time this year. All is well with the world.
The social mine field that is Covid. : https://www.insidehighered.com/news/2020/08/31/colleges-want-professors-stay-mum-student-covid-19-cases
Music for the times : https://twitter.com/AlistairGriffin/status/1300009256817766400