Too close !

This morning we meet the new mayor heading along the lane.  ' I'm off to the town hall ' he says by way of greeting. He tells me that he receives daily official bulletins on the progress of the pandemic. The hospital ICU's are close to being full - 2 beds left - but so far there have been no cases in our canton.

A little later we meet the German billionaires wife walking the new labrador puppies. She is off to Switzerland. She's heard that the young couple with the farm on the road to the next village have tested positive although they are displaying no symptoms. Perhaps someone should tell the new mayor. ' Too close to home for my liking !' she says breezily. Angus wonders if it's entirely sensible to be driving backwards and forwards across Europe with an entourage of hairdressers and flunkeys. Not being a billionaire he keeps this prosaic thought to himself. 

With nothing to do writing a blog in pandemic times becomes rather difficult. Thankfully, 'The Font' insists we do something 'new' every day. So it is that Sophie is loaded into the back of the dog car and we head off to the water park. This sounds dreadful but is actually the site where the rivers Tarn and Garonne flow into each other.

The confluence of these two fast flowing rivers has created a vast lake that is home to all sorts of wild fowl. I count forty swans.  It looks placid but the force of the two rivers has carved out a channel half a kilometre wide.

In the paper an article about a police dog cemetery. A very French and formal resting place for the nations four legged guardians.

 

I'm tempted to buy the flying pig print for the wee house in Scotland.

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