The heat continues to build. Monsieur Bay is up and about in the pre-dawn cool. He informs me that the recently deceased villagers sons are called Wayne and Warren. This seems highly improbable but it was apparently chic in the 70's to give your children American soap opera names. Wayne is the son with four wives. Fireworks are to be expected at the funeral. Over the years Wayne has promised ownership of his fathers house to each of his spouses. Someone is going to be disappointed. I'm sensing the village is expecting a 'volcanic' funeral .
After opening the church Sophie sprints off to the war memorial. There is a C-A-T lurking in the shrubbery.
This new place is an hour down the road : https://www.troplong-mondot.com/en/
And one day we'll stay here. Every time we've gone the road has collapsed and we've had to back track to Pebble Beach :https://deetjens.com/. Then there's this place which comes recommended : https://www.theinnatnewportranch.com/
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That Troplong Mondot website - ever so slightly pretentious...?
Very Bordeaux
So are you now in a village of 66 souls?
Hari OM
I am only writing in the hope of finally getting to leave a mark - most of my comments this week have disappeared entirely... but I continue to imbibe my daily dose of Sophie's adventures... YAM xx
Thank you for battling with the comments function. It seems to have developed a mind of its own.
Oh dear, I think I'd go out for the day on Monday...or will the sparks fly for the rest of the week!
Sophie, I hope you gave that C-A-T a good talking to!
I know another dog who would be happy with the biscuit arrangement on the plane - and she's not a guide dog! Pleased to read that guide dogs are allowed in the cabin with their owner.
I did a slow drive down the Pacific coast from SF to Pebble Beach 3 or 4 years ago, so worth it.
I hope Sophie doesn't read this blog - I somehow think she would be willing to "sit" for a biscuit over and over.
Welcome home ‘The Font’! I know your flock is beyond happy to have found you.
It's always good to know that the flock has been reunited. I am sad to learn of the Old Mayor's troubles. He's a very fine gentleman.
The first two comments on your blog today are missing letters. More than half of the letters in the words are gone, not enough remain to ferret out what was said. It's so weird, and it's not just here that it happens.
Hi Allison - I'm beginning to think that Blogger isn't being maintained any longer.
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