The Rickety Old Farmhouse is butterfly ( and bee ) heaven. Today, there must be sixty of them flitting backwards and forwards on the lavender that edges the pool. Every so often they all circle upwards and dance in a great, uncoordinated whirl. It is such a wonderful sight that Angus decides to order an 1-Phone 12 which should have a better camera than this three year old model.
It's 'The Fonts' birthday tomorrow. We had planned to head off for a few days but the hotel by the sea claims the credit card deposit has been refused. The credit card company says it was cleared a week ago. We reschedule the trip for the 22nd so that the situation can be resolved. The hotel is proving to be one of those 'idiosyncratic' places - delightfully inept. We think of putting Sophie in the kennels for a few days but she's the first PON we've ever had who has never seen the sea. It is decided , if ever there was any doubt, that the diva will accompany us. Her reaction to new surroundings, the sea and lots of fresh faces will either be a triumph .... or a disaster.
Down to the local market town. Busy on a Saturday morning. Barely seven and it's already twenty eight degrees. There are local elections tomorrow. They will provide an interesting insight into how people are responding to the governments Covid legislation.
On our way home Sophie is taken for a walk along the old Roman road that follows the line of the stream along the valley floor. She stops to sniff every blade of grass. When I get too far ahead she stops and glares. This is the admonitory ' What don't you understand about going for a walk WITH your dog ?' look.
This seems like common sense :https://news.yale.edu/2021/06/14/heat-humidity-and-uv-rays-linked-covid-19-spread-ysph-finds
Texas once again proves to be truly exotic - but we'll stick with croissants for breakfast :https://www.texasmonthly.com/food/chilaquiles-vs-migas/