This time in October last year we were in Greece. This year Angus and Sophie find themselves taking a long walk through the local hazelnut groves. Sophie is delighted that her flock doesn't have travel plans.
The region we live in is the centre of the French hazelnut growing industry. The commercial demand for hazelnuts - apart from being a core part of 'choconut' bars - remains something of a mystery to Angus. When we first arrived here the hazelnut fields relied on the regularity of the rainfall. Now all the trees are linked to an irrigation system. Climate change in front of our eyes. Sadly this years 'Miss Nut' pageant, the highlight of the calendar, has been cancelled due to lockdown restrictions.
My shaggy companion finds the walk through the hazelnut fields to be exciting . We've never been this way before which means every single hazelnut tree must be stopped and sniffed . I assume Sophie will tire of tree sniffing after the first two or three trees. I'm mistaken. She approaches the tree sniffing with diva like doggedness.
Back at The Rickety Old Farmhouse the stone tiles for the terrace remain where they have been for the last seven months. I would have a word with the builder but he has vanished into thin air. 'The Font' thinks he's probably cashed the deposit check and is at the Eden Rock in St Barths for three months .
As if anyone is going to follow this advice : https://www.bath.ac.uk/announcements/drink-coffee-after-breakfast-not-before-for-better-metabolic-control/