After the excitement of a trip to the airport Sophie sleeps in late. Sliding doors can take it out of a girl. By the village pond she considers stopping for a reviving nap but settles for a lengthy yawn. The large yellow JCB being used to reroof one of the chateaus outhouses is parked on the village green. The tyres require leisurely and thorough investigation.
A C-A-T asleep on the courtyard of a neighbours house is ignored. The C-A-T looks at us with feline disinterest.
On the pond one solitary young moorhen and its parents. They scuttle, clucking loudly, into the safety of the water lily leaves as we approach.
9/11. Can you remember where you were ? Angus was having lunch in a restaurant in Berkeley Square. A beautiful warm, cloudless London day. In the space of a minute phones started ringing and customers started to ask for their bills and leave. A memory of a growing unease that something wasn't right.
A strange omerta seems to have descended over the village court case. Madame Bay has heard from the new mayors secretary that the judge is reviewing the evidence and will issue his verdict in due course. This leaves the protagonists in a state of heightened tension. It also seems to signify that neither side has a 'slam dunk' argument.
Another day. Another 'do come and visit' e-mail. Another new hotel - promising ' coaxing smiles and kindling sparks'. This one is in Paris :https://www.chevalblanc.com/en/maison/paris/