Another chilly, clear skied, start to the day. The PONette uses her tried and tested ' If I ignore him he'll go away' ruse . She is 'cajoled' into getting up. I put her harness on. She returns to her bed. Stubbornness is a PON trait. Sophie has it in spades. She sighs theatrically, in fact very theatrically, as she settles down again. No wonder she is known as the family diva.
In the valley we enjoy the fresh breeze blowing in from the mountains. Angus marvels at the sun rise and watches the morning wave of widebodies reaching land after their long haul across the Atlantic. Another hour and they'll be disgorging their passengers in Munich and Vienna and Milan. Sophie is much more interested in a group of deer that are standing doing nothing in a neighbouring field. We discuss the proposed virtual meeting between Xi and Biden before moving onto the shenanigans over the US national debt. Sophie finds something 'wonderful' in a grass verge.
Back home via the village green. There's a hint of smoke in the air. The Anger Management Man has a wood fire going in his kitchen stove. Last night we turned on the heating for the first time since April. The year rolls gently on.
Outside The Rickety Old Farmhouse there is a quick check to make sure there are no C-A-T-S lurking in the flower beds.
The daily routine of a sheepdog and her family in deepest ( and I mean deepest ) France profonde.
This mornings 'blast from the past' courtesy of the local radio station : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kqXSBe-qMGo
9 comments:
Hari OM
I'm resisting switching the heating on. Not just because something in my head says it's still too early... but there's a pension and gas price inflammation...err... inflation to balance. How many shawls can one YAMster wear..??? Oh for a PONettes furs!!! YAM xx
Sophie has clearly laid claim to her beautiful bed. The hotel in Havana is very different from anything available when we visited in 2012, when everything still looked as though it had been preserved in 1950s aspic.
Sophie and her stylish bed are a perfect match. The photo of her infront of the contrail spattered sunrise is also a keeper.
Being a thrifty Presbyterian the oil tank here at The Rickety Old Farmhouse is always filled to the brim in August when prices are low and no one is thinking of winter.
Hari OM
Oh trust me - I can get by on the smell of an oily rag... but not oil here. Gas and electric. Can't pre-stock those... Yxx
Surprising how a few chilly mornings can affect Sophie's usual "what are you waiting for - let's go" attitude, when she wakes you at 5:30 a.m.!
No heating on here yet, but I'd hoped to have the oil tank cleaned before I ordered more fuel. Now the company have been taken over and they no longer clean the tanks. Apparently I can phone someone who will explain...but it's not clear what!
Thanks for the daily glimpse of paradise
Van Morrison my favourite singer. I have kept his recordings on LP and CD. I saw him a few years ago in Toronto. Unfortunately the show was very short and I was a bit disappointed as he was doing my favourite album Astral Weeks (Sweet Thing).
Sophie! We are astounded that you would rather snooze than go on your morning tour of the village and its surroundings!!
-Otto and Osa
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