Dripping Springs

A quiet weekend. Three walkers pass the house on Sunday . So do four tractors and five cars. The PONette greets each and every one.

Sophie starts her Monday digging under a bush and spreading the dirt across the pool tiles. She gives me that ' What's it to you?' look.

Sophie is altogether more charming when she trots into the kitchen to join me for breakfast. Nothing like a yogurt pot to gain my canine companions undivided attention.

A good forty five minute walk follows. Nothing passes us.

The Euphorbia springing up in the verges. How the year is moving along.

At the end of our Monday morning circuit of the village Sophie spies an impudent C-A-T. Impudent C-A-T has enough sense to head off at high speed.

This hotel, next to Malmesbury Abbey, traces its roots back to 1220. We used to stay there 40 years ago but on a more recent trip 'The Font' found that it had gone downhill.  It has been bought by a couple from Dripping Springs, Texas ( what a wonderful name ) who are going to give it a 'refresh'. https://oldbellhotel.co.uk/

A quick Google search of  Dripping Springs turns up this rather charming website. Seems you could spend a weekend there contentedly imbibing  :https://www.destinationdrippingsprings.com/p/aboutus/blog/top-10-things-to-do-in-dripping-springs-tx

A poem that was one of the highlights of the last week :https://twitter.com/b_judah/status/1383758707146641412