The Old Farmer is also enjoying the morning sunshine. Both the venerable Mercedes and the even more venerable motor home are parked outside his front door. He's taken to driving off every morning and visiting a local landmark. Today he's going to a village thirty kilometres away to see a 3000 year old stone circle. He hasn't decided whether he'll go in the Mercedes or the Ford Transit. Yesterday he drove to a small village with a medieval chapel. Finding it closed he tracked down the mayor who gave him the key. He spent a full hour inside. ' I didn't mean to spend so long but I sat down in a pew and the next thing I knew I'd dozed off '. He reads up about his visits before heading off. This burst of activity seems to have taken his mind off his lady friends death.
The family diva is out and about again in the garden checking the mole hills for moles. She was groomed yesterday but this morning has reverted to her feral look. Keeping the PONette looking tidy is a Sisyphean task.
Having checked the mole hills she clambers up onto a garden bench and then onto the wooden table. Muzzle and paws are caked in mud. There she settles down and is soon on her back, legs in the air, letting the sun warm those parts that rarely see the sun.
So starts a Sunday morning in a small village of 67 souls and a sprinkling of dogs in deepest, deepest France profonde.
Scots song of the day. 'Thou green crested lapwing thy screaming forbear, I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair ': https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rxtro1FzV2k
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Yesterday's rugby result was less satisfactory to the Englishwoman living in Scotland, but one has to concede it was a thrilling match. I did enjoy watching Ireland annihilate Wales earlier in the day. I'm pleased to hear the Old Farmer is getting out and about and is apparently regaining his interest in life. The words to today's song are lovely, but I found the video rather saccharine. Cheers, Gail.
Hari OM
As the hills disappear behind mist and yet another sleet shower makes the morning darker than it started out, I can only dream of table-top wriggling and sun-puddling... a ripsnorting start to the Six Nations has distracted one from the climate! YAM xx
In the real world it would be a brave soul to be sitting with their feet in a freezing Scottish river.
Another miserable day here - yesterday didn't disappoint - it rained almost all of the time, so no walks. Looks as though today will be the same, so we'll be out for a quick walk shortly, whilst it's still dry underfoot.
Glad Sophie is able to enjoy a little sunbathing on the table - a good place to survey her world.
What a beautiful area you chose, in France.
What a wonderful morning. Thank you for sharing.
It's a good start to the day! This time of year, and with the cold weather we've had, I also savor the warmth of the sun - And try not to complain about the "sunshine delays" on my commute to work. Soon enough it won't be at eye level in the morning.
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