This is the week when the court case between the builder and the man with anger management issues finally comes to trial. It has been delayed four times due to the pandemic. I'm betting that whatever the outcome it will be 'appealed'. 'Time' does not seem to be healing things.
Sophie is completely untroubled by such human concerns. At six in the morning she's out in the courtyard watching Angus drain out some water from the pool. Three days of heavy rain have filled it nearly to the brim. My companion maintains a close watch out for any audacious C-A-T-S.
The pandemic seems to have had an impact on the bakery schedule. The croissants are still in the oven. For the second time this week we settle for a chocolatine. No curly ends for the family diva but some quite acceptable slivers from the top and sides. There are snorts of delight.
Just gone six thirty and we're the first ones down by the river. Sophie looks out for the anglers who usually line the banks but there's not a soul to be seen. Super early rising dog owners are out and about before even the most enthusiastic fishermen.
The rain has stopped and despite the early hour there is a thickness to the air that hints at a hot , muggy, Louisiana type day to come.
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Bertie feels that slices of chocolatine are somehow second best to croissant ends. Gail is pleased to note that the assymetric core link is good evidence that being a geophysicist is not a 'useless' job. This despite the range of uncertainty in the age of the inner core being between 'rather loose' at 0.5 to 1.5 billion years!
PS Currently reading Helen Gordon's excellent 'Notes from Deep Time'. Highly recommended.
Somehow I didn't notice that the handsome beard guy was an advertisement and wondered what had captured Angus's imagination in a beard-care video.
Hari OM
I had seen a reveiw of Gunda prior to this and already determined it will be a 'must see'... but it will have to wait until I can access it via the ethernet as am not travelling to Glasgow and entering a cinema.
Choclatines seem to me to be perfect substitutes in a croissant drought. YAM xx
Snorts of delight! Can there by any doubt?
In your second photo, Sophie does appear to be on alert! I find your last photo mesmerizing.
It's taken where two French rivers,the Tarn and the Garonne, flow together and carve out a huge U shaped channel.
Inca would settle for a few slivers of choclatine pastry anytime. She wants Sophie to know that she doesn't get anything at all when her human and friend have breakfast croissants in a café overlooking the beach. Her nasty human has stipulated to everyone that she (Inca) doesn't get fed at the table, no matter how pathetic and half starved she may (try to) look! Some humans can be very mean.
That last photo is a study in tranquillity. In contrast we were amazed that on our early morning walk today, the beach was filling up rapidly and hardly a parking space left - all before 9 a.m.! A marked increase in British voices too.
Could you please refresh my memory? Who cut down the hedge? Was it anger management guy or the builder?
Are you sure you aren't rising earlier, with the sun? Hence missing the baker's fresh croissants.
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