A really strong hot wind blowing this morning. We head off across country to the Holy Oak and Holy Well. I can only assume that the Holy Well got it's name because in the middle ages it continued to draw water long after the other village wells ran dry. Ditto the Holy Oak which presumably stayed in leaf longer than its neighbours. This may be because they're both located at the base of a topographical oddity - a steep narrow ravine that runs off the ridge to the valley floor. This gouge in the landscape channels subsurface water downwards to them when all else is parched.
This evening Angus is heading back off to London. The dentist has said I need to have a tooth extracted. Some comments on the blog ( Thank you ) have suggested that extraction is less desirable than reconstruction. A 12 hour trip back enables a crown to be replaced and a discussion with my usual dentist about alternative treatments for the cracked tooth to be had.
Travelling means another Covid test. I agree with the pharmacist who does the tests that they're ticklish ( chatouiller ) rather than painful. Today my toes curl as the pipe cleaner does its work. The test centre has been set up in the pharmacy store room by the wheel chair displays. This is functional rather than charming. By the time I'm home the test results have been downloaded onto my Covid app. Impressive.
One of the young male Moorhens is still practising his takeoff technique. I'm guessing, but have no proof, that the young ones are heading off at the rate of one a day. There were eleven last week. Last night on the eight thirty pm tour of the village with Sophie 'The Font' saw one set of parents and three chicks. A wide world awaits.
No news from the law courts. Madame Bay thinks there's been another postponement.
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There is a photo exhibition in in London. A gallery in Paris is exhibiting. This photo by an American artist is rather wonderful :https://echofinearts.com/artists/46-david-lachapelle/works/2926-david-lachapelle-flaccid-passion-2008-2011/