Right up there.
Thin wisps of freezing fog drift across the fields as we head out of the gate on our first walk of the day. Winter has arrived. Sophie is rather surprised by how cold the ground is . The electrifying shock to her paw pads means we head off at a surprisingly brisk pace.
We're early and the street lights are still blazing away. To cut costs they come on at six thirty and go off an hour later. For a village of 67 souls we have a lot of street lights. The old mayor was a great believer in electrification. He started with three lights on the village green in 1983 and then every year after he would add another one. After 38 years of street light investment we resemble a provincial Coney Island. It's quite probable that on a ratio of street lights to population we are right up there. The new mayor doesn't seem to have the same passion for public works. In fact we're hard pressed to think what the village might be spending money on other than neutering C-A-T-S.
On our way back up the hill Sophie has one of her panic ! panic !! panic !!! moments. She's been sniffing something delectable in the grass verges and has looked up only to find that Angus is two hundred yards down the lane. She chases after me with great determination. I get given the ' How could you leave such a poor maiden so ?' look.
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I feel Sophie enjoyed her morning walk despite the moment of panic. As for the village's public works - how are they funded?
I listened with pleasure and care to 'Hark the Herald Angels'. Perfect diction indeed, and just one minor irregularity in pronunciation, when at 2 min we get 'hail the incarnate dee-ity'!
Cheers, Gail.
The village keeps a % of property tax which makes The Rickety Old Farmhouse and the chateau major contributors to the capital works budget.
The last two photos of Sophie, the frosty grass and the rising sun, are a joy to see.
We shall wait until the streets are thoroughly aired. Before we go out, we'll hope to hear some good news about the installation of our new gas-fired heating system. Promised to be up and running by the end of this week, we're not convinced it will happen! I'm beginning to wish I'd kept to oil!
Hari OM
Oh yes, I too am appreciating the phrosty fotographie! And, indeed, the carol singing... YAM xx
She loves you and doesn't want you to wander off - you might encounter a wolf.
Your photos look chilly but Sophie warms everyone's hearts.
Thank you, Gail! I have now learned that British English and US English pronounce "deity" differently!
I welcome your lovely winter photos of Sophie and seasonal music.
Fay, I now feel a bit bad about my criticism of the wonderful French choir's pronunciation of 'deity', as today I have learned they simply used the US English version, and who is to say which is "correct"? I also feel that, having spent two years in Oklahoma, 'the buckle on the Bible Belt', I should have known that Americans say 'dee-ity' not 'day-ity'!
What perfect frosty photos! The singing was lovely. We need lovely, calming things in these uncertain times.
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