The heat has given way to a cold snap. 15 degrees this morning. I tell Sophie that this is good Scottish summer weather but she is fixated on a young deer that is parading unconcernedly back and forth in a field. She is tempted to give chase but even Sophie, with her unusual hunting skills, has learnt that deer are fast...too fast.
Only one topic of discussion on the radio this morning ... Afghanistan. Two points of view seem to dominate. It had to come to an end at some point and will be forgotten by the midterms or the whole thing is an unplanned disaster which will doom this incumbent. I'm betting this isn't the media coverage the White House had hoped for.
The lady at the bakers shouts from the far end of the counter to let me know she's coming to scan my vaccine app. She also shouts out 'Bonjour Sophie ' to my shaggy companion who is waiting on the terrace. I carry out a bowl of water.
Todays croissant gets a more than solid score of 8.3/10. Sophie gets the curly crust from the top as well as two ends. Sophie is coming to the view that the crispy flap on top of the croissant is the most flavourful part .
Four of the seven moorhen chicks out for a paddle and away from their mother. They are in a good naval ' line astern' formation. As we approach they scurry into the vegetation that lines the pond but carry on clucking away.