Another day in a little French village where nothing ever happens. Of course, if there is a PON around something always happens.
This morning our day starts peacefully enough ...
.... but within seconds of having left the gate and turned onto the lane my furry companion is aware that something is amiss.
Seriously amiss. The black C-A-T that has taken to sleeping on the bench in the downstairs terrace is sitting on the garden wall happily grooming its paws. There is an immediate howling. The C-A-T tries to brazen it out but faced with the full force of the PON klaxon soon takes flight.
The howling continues for some time. The two horses in the field across the lane wander over to see what the problem is. Sophie ignores them..
It may not be high drama but in the midst of lockdown you take your excitement where you can find it. Drama or not the village will not be getting a quiet uninterrupted Saturday morning lie in.