On our pre-dinner tour of the village we stop and marvel at the village Christmas decorations in their full sparkling glory. There is a sign on the church door saying Joyeuses Fetes but it remains unilluminated as there is no spare power socket to plug it into. I shall go into the town hall later today with an extension cable.
Heading home we see Saturn, Jupiter and Venus in a straight 45 degree line in the sky above The Rickety Old Farmhouse. Sadly, the supposedly improved camera on the i-Phone struggles with night time shots but you can just make them out. We open a bottle of champagne and stand in the garden in the cold marveling at this strange planetary alignment . Our night time wanderings add fuel to the fire for those villagers who think their friends from the North are a sandwich short of a picnic. There's something rather comforting about standing and watching the night sky at Christmas.
France did 850k 3rd jabs yesterday but there seems to be no understanding, among the villagers, of what is heading towards us in January. The older residents had their third jab early on but the younger ones have adopted that ' I'm too busy ' attitude to the sixth wave. For our part we are slowly retreating to the routines of last December. Sophie still gets her curly croissant ends but they now come from the drive thru bakers. The good baker is too much of a risk with forty or so , largely mask less, patrons crammed in around the bar.
This morning a frost on the grass that leads to the waterfall. Sophie gives me her patented ' Do keep up!' look.
Back on top of the ridge the sun is already out and there's warmth in the air. I note that the wisteria leaves have started to fall.
This morning Sophie's nose has the lustre of one of the canine worlds greatest wonders. It is perhaps a candidate for THE canine worlds greatest wonder.
To Mali for Advent Song # 18 :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=It63p2TJ328