The weekend in deepest France profonde was quiet. The highlight of a hot and steamy Sunday afternoon a trip to the supermarket car wash. The rest of the world hasn't been as quiet. The news from Kabul hinting at a change in the order of things that is profound but not yet understood.
This morning is laying the groundwork for another 100 degree + day. My canine companion watches me as I check the pool equipment. By the time I reset the timer on the irrigation system her patience is wearing thin. PONs have an unmistakable ' Do get a move on !' look.
This week Angus is going to be the guinea pig for travel back to the UK. 'The Font' will stay here. No way Sophie could go into the kennels in this heat. Today I shall go the pharmacy for a Covid test. A second test is scheduled in London on Thursday morning. Travel forms have to be filled out for the airline and French and British Covid apps updated. It goes without saying that the British and French systems refuse to recognize each other. Coming back to France is easier. As I'm doubled vaxxed in France all that's required is an official attestation that I have none of the highlighted symptoms. Angus checks the highlighted symptoms and wonders in this heat how many folks could honestly say they don't feel tired or lethargic ?
I have absolutely no idea what to expect when I get to the airport. This is a strange thought for someone who spent his entire working life getting on and off planes at least four times a week.
Post tour of the village we head of to the modern cafe. While Sophie glares at the sparrows I hurry in, show the vaccine certificate on my i-Phone, order and am back before she knows I've gone. Sophie seems to be absolutely immune to separation anxiety. Perhaps because she knows we always come back.
A quick detour to the greengrocers. It's melon season. Probably a dozen types on sale.
More importantly the first of this years garlic harvest makes a muted appearance alongside the spring onions. This is the surest whisper yet that autumn is beginning to stir.