High summer. The mornings start of cool but the heat soon builds. Sophie patiently checks the garden for C-A-T-S while her human companion makes sure the irrigation system is working. We chat to 'The Font' who has refused to pay £38.50 for continental breakfast in the hotel ( + 20% VAT) and has opted to go to a Pret a Manger where coffee and porridge came to £6. 'The Font' thinks the hotel pricing is outrageous. Angus thinks ' Welcome to London'.
The Old Farmer is out and about at first light. He cut his lawn twice yesterday and twice the day before. It's now reduced to buzz cut length - which may explain why it's rapidly turning brown in the sun. This morning he's resplendent in a white tee shirt, opened toed sandals and blue track suit trousers held up by a pair of clip on braces. He shouts across the road ' Would you like to see the engine in the Mercedes ? ' We spend a full ten minutes having the workings of this three and a half litre marvel explained to us. Angus makes , what he hopes, are suitably impressed noises. Sophie settles down for a doze. The venerable Mercedes is my neighbours pride and joy. We agree that they ' don't make them like this anymore'.
Having been regaled with a description of the technical workings of a thirty year old Mercedes engine, Sophie is ready for a lengthy drink from the zinc bath by the village pond.