Ideal.

The snow has gone but winter hasn't quite given up. It is decidedly 'fresh' this morning. Ideal PON weather. Sophie knows that cold river water is THE best water to drink.

Sophie wanders by the side of the river lost in the pursuit of intriguing riverine scents. Then she stands and glares at a cormorant . 

At the cafe the PONette is greeted by the full, day-glo orange suited, municipal refuse team.  All eight of them. She considers going to sniff the refuse trucks tyres but opts to head directly to the bakery counter. This girl understands her priorities.

This mornings croissant a 7.6/10.

So starts another day in a small French village where nothing ever happens. With the state of the world I can't help but think that living somewhere where nothing ever happens is a great gift.

On the way home we pass the noticeboard with all the election posters. Someone has torn the Presidents poster in half. To begin with I think the wind might have done it but closer examination shows the tear is remarkably even. Give it a few more days and the village tikes will be out and about drawing moustaches on the remaining candidates pictures.

'The Font' who appears at the breakfast table showered and refreshed informs me that the water seems to have been cut off. Sure enough the taps make a strangulated, dry, gurgling noise. This has never happened before. Calls will now be  made. Angus hopes to have a shower ...soon.

Not surprising :https://current.org/2022/03/classical-stations-see-audience-fundraising-successes-as-listeners-seek-refuge-during-pandemic/

From France Musique - which is a civilized way to start the day :https://youtu.be/MXJvaeAZvSg