Wednesday morning. We set off from the far gate and head counterclockwise round the village. Sophie loves the thrill of this change in routine. The rising sun lights up the gap between the gates metal bars and casts a rather 'art nouveau' shadow on the gravel. Friends from Moscow call as we walk off along the lane . It's the Russian Orthodox New Year on Friday and they are heading off to Dubai to celebrate. Although nothing is said I sense they may be keen to be leaving Moscow.
The strong winds overnight have covered the water in the zinc bath with leaves. Sophie pushes them aside with her nose and enjoys a lengthy slurp . Is it my imagination or is the water turning green ? Sophie is drawn to it as Angus would be to a bottle of Cheval Blanc.
She is badly in need of it. The festive season has done nothing for the state of her fur ( although it remains , in parts, healthily soft and fluffy ). Turns out Sophie is not in a mood for being groomed. After ten minutes of dealing with a squirming diva 'The Font' decides that a a partial grooming is better than none at all. Sophie heads off in pursuit of a C-A-T that has been watching the grooming process from atop a pile of logs in the barn.
This is where the Muscovites are staying in their quest for guaranteed sun. It looks very 'modern' : https://www.addresshotels.com/en/resorts/address-beach-resort