A large white van shows up outside The Rickety Old Farmhouse. A man in orange overalls gets out and hammers a sign into the grass verge opposite the far gate. The hammering wakes Sophie who immediately lets us know there's someone outside. She does this 'enthusiastically'. Any villagers hoping for a lie in on a Sunday morning will be disappointed. There is going to be a major cross country race coming through the village. By major I mean five or six hundred competitors. Someone, somewhere, has done their homework and found the most isolated spot in South West France for an outdoor gathering.
Angus opens the doors and windows to let the early morning air in. Sophie helps in checking the garden for signs of C-A-T-S.
The Old Farmer emerges onto his balcony and we have an across the lane 'chat'. He can't get the hang of the new controls on his television. The buttons are too small and too close together. ' When I press the button to turn it off the volume goes up '. Now that the weather is getting cooler he is once again spending more time with his lady friend at her house in the little market town.
Down by the river the sun is burning away the mist. Sophie absent mindedly wanders into the river, gets her paws wet, and then emerges to give Angus the unmistakable ' How could you let this happen to me !' look.
We halt while Sophie watches a young couple reverse their small boat into the water. The man parks the van on the waters edge and wanders along the pontoon while his companion starts the outboard motor. Sophie is completely engrossed in this land/water interface. When Sophie becomes engrossed nothing, but nothing, will move her. Standing and staring is an integral part of PON ownership.