A blustery start to Tuesday morning. Perfect weather for a Polish Lowland Sheepdog to head off across the garden in pursuit of an overly audacious red squirrel. Sophie employs her head back, full throated, hunting technique. This is entertaining but not efficient. The squirrel is long gone by the time she's a hundred yards from it. This does nothing to dampen Sophie's sense of accomplishment.
The strong winds have stripped the mistletoe from the trees. Great swathes of it lying on the lane as we set off on our strat of day tour of the village. We've never seen this before. The mistletoe purge must be down to the unusual wind direction.
Sophie is an independent spirit. She's usually quite happy to lead the way. This morning she's unsure about the mud around the waterfall. Angus is given a quick over the shoulder ' Is this alright ?' look. I assure her it is.
Back to the kitchen to rejoin 'The Font' who takes a little longer to surface in the morning than Angus or Sophie. After a tickle and an ear chook Sophie cleans out the yogurt pot then settles down for a restorative nap. So begins another day of high excitement in deepest, deepest France profonde.
Will there be an Olympics or won't there? We get an e-mail from this hotel which may be a sign that reservations are being cancelled :https://en.palacehoteltokyo.com/restaurant/grand-kitchen/