We haven't been down to the little waterfall in a couple of weeks. It dried up in the August drought and there hasn't been much rain since. This morning, after an overnight squall, there's a small trickle of water working its way to the sea. The ground on either side of the stream is churned up and covered in animal tracks. I'm guessing that pre-dawn wild boar and deer have been here in large numbers. Sophie has a drink then spends a full ten minutes exploring this treasure trove of scents. She seems remarkably pleased with this unexpected discovery.
Then it's off, tail high, for a walk along the valley floor. Being a Saturday it's even quieter than usual. Nothing passes us. This is just fine by me. A late working ( and now double vaccinated ) Manhattanite phones to confirm arrangements for a meeting in London in ten days. We shoot the breeze which is a pleasant thing to do on a Saturday morning.
Oh what fun Sophie, a treasure trove of scents! Were there any worth rolling in, I'm wondering?
You are spoiled for good croissants then!
Does Sophie turn her nose up at stale croissants?
A croissant only two hours old? You're lucky, goodness knows how old the ones were that we had this morning!
I loved the Amy Winehouse hairdo!
Sophie's hairdo matches her expression.
Oh Sophie! We are so envious of the water and the scents it enhances! We haven't had any water in our stream in MONTHS!
-Otto and Osa
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