Sophie's hair continues to grow as if it's going out of fashion. There's a beard and muzzle trim in the PONettes future.
None of this bothers Sophie who heads off to the edge of the river in search of adventure. She finds three plastic Evian bottles which promise great excitement but turn out to be 'just' empty Evian bottles.
Another funeral in the village yesterday. There are 'problems' at the old folks home. More cars. Probably another hundred or so mourners. A line of folk, cheek by jowl, stretching from the car park into the churchyard and all the way round the church. While they wait someone plays tunes on an accordion. Locals have always said goodbye to their neighbours in this way and it seems a pandemic ain't going to change things. The term super spreader comes to mind. On his way to oversee things the new, nocturnal, mayor sees 'The Font' in the garden and shouts out the encouraging news that he followed the 'small' Volvo down the hill yesterday and none of the rear lights are working. This is something we were unaware of.