We watch a little of the Olympics closing ceremony. The Tokyo organizers can finally relax. The games could have been a damp squib but proved to be tailor made for lockdown viewing. The 'handover' celebrations in Paris seem to have been 60% mask on, 40% mask off.
Monday morning in deepest,deepest France profonde. Sophie is loaded into the back of the dog car for a drive down to the stream for a drink . While she slurps happily away we watch the dragon flies. Dozens ( scores ?) of them up and about in the break of day sunlight. Sophie is much more interested in the scents left by the streams overnight visitors - badgers, deer, foxes, hare and who knows what else ? She spends a full ten minutes sniffing every leaf and branch. She will not be hurried.
... and a view into the valley that shows (yet ) another front is scudding in from the Bay of Biscay.
At the cafe the e-scanner isn't working. The hard copy of our vaccine certificate is checked by the lady who takes our order. It seems there were a couple of thousand folks out on the streets of Toulouse yesterday complaining about the governments policy on vaccination. Scale that up nationwide and there may have been 0.1% of the population out and about protesting. In comparison 15% of the French have signed up to be vaccinated in the last two or three weeks since the President announced the new regulations. Soon the French vaccination rate will catch up with the UK's. This morning there is an extremely impassioned lady on the breakfast radio saying her human rights are being violated and that showing a Covid certificate is like wearing a yellow star. Is it politically incorrect to think that the two could not be more different ?