On our morning walk two adolescent female deer wander across the ox track twenty yards in front of us. Sophie looks at them. They look at Sophie. In the bat of an eyelid they're gone. Invisible in the sunflower stalks. Not so long a go catching sight of two deer at this time in the morning would have been a rare sight. These days it's almost commonplace. The local animal life multiplying in the absence of large groups of hunters . From the freshly disturbed earth along the grass verges I'm guessing that a pack of wild boat have also been by in the last half an hour. Sophie , to her delight, discovers some 'hints' of their passage.
We head to the drive through bakers. The croissant is as miserable as ever but this morning it's dry so dog and owner have a pretend picnic in the parking lot. Sophie finds trips to the parking lot to be exotic and exciting. This early in the morning she can run, off lead, across the tarmac. She chases pigeons - ineptly and enthusiastically.
A quick trip to the greengrocers. Pomegranates. I pick up half a dozen. Squeezed and a little of their juice added to champagne takes away the sweetness. A good excuse to drink more champagne. We've started to spend half an hour in the evenings watching Schitts Creek. That first season was so, so but we're now getting to enjoy it.
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