The last of the sunflower fields waiting to be harvested. They look rather forlorn after last weeks rain. Let's hope the ground dries out so that the combines can come in and clear them out. Despite the early hour flocks of starlings are happily feasting on the seed heads. All the trans-Atlantic flights seem to be arriving in parallel this morning - which is unusual. No less than five of them pass by, in a straight line, as we wander down to the waterfall in the valley.
After half an hour we head off in the dog car to the greengrocers. On the outskirts of the village we get stuck behind the grass cutting tractor. The donkey and the mule don't seem to notice the noxious smoke it's churning out. The tractor driver is completely oblivious to our presence which makes progress slow.
At the modern ' American ' style bakers the morning croissant looks the part but certainly doesn't have the taste or texture to be a contender. 6.5/10. Sophie gets a tour of the shopping centre car park which she considers to be the height of sophistication. The family diva chases the Mallards outside the electrical store and is disappointed to find that a discarded burger box is completely empty. Not even a slice of cold pickle has been left.
Last week there were no apples to be found in the greengrocers. Today, there's nothing but. All local. Granny Smiths with their tartness make a welcome reappearance.