Venus glittering like a diamond as we set off on out start of day tour of the village. This morning she's joined by a thin crescent moon. The two of them hanging gracefully, side by side, just above the horizon.
Sophie's walk is undertaken amid decidedly chilly temperatures. A blast of frigid air has swept down from the arctic taking us all by surprise. There has been snow up north. Sophie loves the cold spell. PONette weather. Oblivious to the icy gusts she stands and stares, for what seems an eternity, at something only she can see in the long grass by the village pond. There is a smell of wood fire in the air. The villagers are all up and about early lighting their stoves.
We say good morning to the man with anger management issues who is out collecting his breakfast eggs from the hen coop. He is due to have his first shot at the end of the month. ' They've started to make the vaccine in France' he adds as if a locally produced vaccine will somehow make everything right as rain. By the pond the builders teenage son greets us with a half hearted grunt of recognition- he's been told to get up and bring in logs from the wood pile. He drags a trolley along behind him in that ennui infused manner of all sixteen year olds spending Easter with their parents . Seems the online school system has been hacked so his Easter holiday homework schedule remains satisfyingly inaccessible.
The new mayor stops his white van , winds down the window and greets Sophie. He's in no hurry to move. I ask him how he likes his new job. ' A lot of responsibility but I cope '. He then goes on to add ' The good thing is I've got broad shoulders and I don't lose any sleep over it'. This is a strange comment from a man who opens up the town hall at three in the morning to do his paperwork.