Monday morning. It's suddenly much darker now. Autumn stirring. Angus and Sophie sit on the storm drain and put the world to rights. Sophie nestles in close for an ear chook. The population of the village is starting to return. The Anger Management Mans car parked outside the church and the German Billionaires Builders shiny 4x4 tucked safely away in his drive .
The Manhattanites are up late. They are worried that events in Kabul will spur the worlds 'mischief makers' onto testing out this administration in one of a hundred places. They may well be right.
The sunflower fields now past their best. A week or two of sunshine to dry them out and the combines will be back for the final harvesting of the year.
On our way home we find the horse farm is having an early visitor . Sophie doesn't seem to be alarmed by the arrival of the horse. She trots past without breaking her stride. Go figure !
Pineapples in short supply in the greengrocers. They only have the Togolese 'Bread Fruit' variety which have a taste that is too sophisticated for this sugar loving palate.