Friday, October 15, 2021
Thursday, October 14, 2021
Wednesday, October 13, 2021
After that two delivery men drop off parcels and the garden company comes to quote on replacing lavenders, putting down new bark and laying some new turf under the palm tree. It goes without saying that the family diva shows a keen interest in everything.
Tuesday, October 12, 2021
Sophie's day starts off well but takes a turn for the worse as a herd of boisterous young cows head towards us. All pretense at sitting on the storm drain and putting the world to rights disappears. The young cows are at that month old age where their movements are rapid, inelegant and enthusiastic. They demonstrate an uncoordinated joy for life.
We're soon past this inquisitive audience and as far as Sophie is concerned things are looking brighter. The family diva is congratulated for dipping into her reservoir of bravery.
At the cafe a good, if not outstanding, croissant. Probably an hour and a half out of the oven. I give it 8.5/10. Sophie gives it a 12. We are the only ones to venture outside onto the cafe terrace in these 10 degree temperatures.
A detour to the frozen food store for some petit pois. Today, there is a special on American snacks.
Back home to The Rickety Old Farmhouse. C-A-T is sitting on the terrace enjoying the warmth of the morning sun . I'd like to think C-A-T had formed some type of empathy with us but 'The Font' has seen a field mouse in the kitchen and I saw one scurry through the front door. C-A-T may have discovered that the environs of The Rickety Old Farmhouse are rich hunting grounds for native varieties of mouse seeking the warmth of central heating.
Would you enjoy this ? : https://www.belmond.com/trains/europe/uk/belmond-british-pullman/
Monday, October 11, 2021
Sunday, October 10, 2021
This seems a very sensible way of post pandemic eating. Dining as it will be ? :https://www.thescenicsupper.co.uk/
Saturday, October 9, 2021
Friday, October 8, 2021
Today is not a lie in bed day. It is a ' You must get up now ! ' morning. Sophie hears a C-A-T in the garden and shrieks enthusiastically at 5:59 am. Angus is up at six. By six thirty he's done a tour of the garden with the family diva, has showered, dressed and engaged in a brief phone call with three late to bed Manhattanites. Submarines are once again a topic of conversation.
One particularly audacious cow presents a challenge on our post breakfast morning walk. The cow is standing on one side of the drainage ditch. Sophie is on the other. It's not actually on the lane but it might as well be. Stress levels rise.
For a moment or two Sophie is frozen to the spot in horror.
Some words of encouragement and the inducement of a carrot sliver and she's soon left the interlopers behind. Ear tickles are dispensed. Sophie positions herself so that Angus is between her and these enormous beasts. From a distance of thirty yards she turns and glares at them. They may as well know who's in charge of this valley. The cows seem unperturbed .
This, rather surprising, piece of music is played on the radio this morning. Not what you'd expect to hear in the depths of the French countryside. Ideal for listening to with the windows down and the PONettes ears flying up in the wind :https://youtu.be/G0urx89oNIw
The 'Wee house' is once again occupied : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kPOXd-11-mYWave of the future ? Chef is a robot : https://sifted.eu/articles/cala-robot/
Thursday, October 7, 2021
Another chilly, clear skied, start to the day. The PONette uses her tried and tested ' If I ignore him he'll go away' ruse . She is 'cajoled' into getting up. I put her harness on. She returns to her bed. Stubbornness is a PON trait. Sophie has it in spades. She sighs theatrically, in fact very theatrically, as she settles down again. No wonder she is known as the family diva.
In the valley we enjoy the fresh breeze blowing in from the mountains. Angus marvels at the sun rise and watches the morning wave of widebodies reaching land after their long haul across the Atlantic. Another hour and they'll be disgorging their passengers in Munich and Vienna and Milan. Sophie is much more interested in a group of deer that are standing doing nothing in a neighbouring field. We discuss the proposed virtual meeting between Xi and Biden before moving onto the shenanigans over the US national debt. Sophie finds something 'wonderful' in a grass verge.
Back home via the village green. There's a hint of smoke in the air. The Anger Management Man has a wood fire going in his kitchen stove. Last night we turned on the heating for the first time since April. The year rolls gently on.
Outside The Rickety Old Farmhouse there is a quick check to make sure there are no C-A-T-S lurking in the flower beds.
The daily routine of a sheepdog and her family in deepest ( and I mean deepest ) France profonde.
This mornings 'blast from the past' courtesy of the local radio station : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kqXSBe-qMGo
Wednesday, October 6, 2021
Wet and windy outside. Sophie, who is usually up by six, opts to sleep in a little later. She keeps her eyes firmly closed in the belief that if she can't see me I don't exist.
By the time we get back from the river The Old Farmer is up and about. Today, despite the rain, is a day for working on the venerable Ford Transit motor home. The brake pads are checked and the engine turned over. He informs me that he's taking it for a spin to the supermarket in the market town. ' The open road will soon blow the cobwebs away '. Angus can't help but think that blowing the cobwebs away from the motor homes interior might be a good idea. This however is probably not what is meant.
I've noticed of late that our neighbour seems to have developed strange hours. Last night his house was completely dark until ten when , suddenly, every light was switched on. 'The Font' thinks he dozes off in front of his new widescreen television and then wakes up and makes something to eat. This is a routine that is repeated through the night. Yesterday morning he had the lights on in his garage , and the Mercedes up on a ramp at five thirty.
After our chat with The Old Farmer Sophie heads off to the zinc bath under the pomegranate tree for a lengthy drink.
Windows down song of the day :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6cmMYouVsXg
Tuesday, October 5, 2021
Good morning from Sophie who is full of beans and ready to get her day started. Today, for the first time there's a hint of winter, rather than autumn, in the morning air. By the end of the week the heating will be on . For a PON this is perfect weather. The Old Mayor stops to say that he set the first fire of the year in his kitchen grate so we're not alone in noting this turn in the weather.
No less than three e-mails this morning suggesting I place Christmas orders now to avoid possible 'shortages'. Whoever would have thought that supply chains would become a topic of conversation to rival the weather ? Post Brexit Britain is a place of surprises.
After a trot along the valley floor we climb back up the ox track to The Rickety Old Farmhouse. Sophie is in need of a grooming. Mud is removed from paw pads and long hair plucked from ears. This later procedure is the cause of much stoic sighing and irritated squirming. Dogs like children, are unhappy recipients of that time worn phrase ' It's for your own good'.
After her grooming it's time to head off for a visit to the frozen food store. Today we marvel at frozen frogs legs and frozen Mochis.
Rather mundanely we restrict our purchases to a bag of frozen peas.
By now the tepid sun is out and it's 10 degrees. Once again dog and master are the only ones who will venture outdoors onto the cafe patio. This mornings croissant a more than adequate 8.8/10 although it seems to have suffered in its post oven treatment and is rather battered. Sophie scores it 12/10 but wonders why croissant ends seem to be so skimpy.
Black and white C-A-T is having a nap in a flower border by the front door. Sophie is oblivious to its presence. Black and white C-A-T has taken to giving me a ' You might at least bring out a saucer of milk' look.
So starts another day of high adventure with a Polish Lowland Sheepdog in a part of the world where nothing, but nothing, ever happens.
Our journey along the motorway is accompanied by this 1950's classic on Radio Nostalgie :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z3-E9JebDtU