The sort of winter weather that could have come straight out of a Disney fairy tale. Blue skies, carpets of white frost and a Cecil B DeMille sunrise. Sophie is born for weather like this - which explains why she ( and her human companion ) can be found out and about at six thirty on a Sunday morning.
Further up the hill an enticing scent gets the full 360 turn treatment.
So starts a quiet Sunday with a Polish Lowland Sheepdog in deepest, deepest France profonde .