Yet another scorcher of a day. The six am news programme warns of forest fires. The area to the south of Bordeaux home to some large outbreaks. I think I hear the news reader say that 7000 hectares are ablaze near the coast. The temperatures and winds are supposed to peak in the mid-40's on Monday so things may get worse before they get better.
The village, which is quiet at the best of times, becomes deserted in summer. Shutters are closed and children are sent to grandparents in the mountains. This leaves the local farmers, the tradesmen and a mix of retirees and foreigners. The Anger Management Man and the German Billionaires Builder have parked their vans at opposite ends of the village green. The two litigants seem to have settled into a form of mutual loathing that makes the other completely invisible.
After opening up the church Sophie leads me down the ox track in the direction of the Holy Oak. It's warm but not warm enough to stop her from wanting a lengthy walk. She has her own fan and cool stone floors to nap on but this heat enforced idleness is driving her crazy. To keep her cool we've taken to keeping half a dozen yogurt filled 'Kongs' in the freezer. One of these frozen treats can provide an intellectual/culinary challenge that cools her down and keeps her occupied for a full quarter of an hour.
My canine companion stops every couple of hundred metres to make sure I'm following. This is the unmistakable 'Do keep up Angus !' look that is shared by all females , of whatever species, on the planet.
This Bogota restaurant serves fish and chips in a way I'd never have imagined possible ( you'll need to scroll down ) :https://sauvagetogo.com/
5 comments:
I am usually the one giving "that look!" Enjoy the walks,
Out early for our walk again this morning, not a soul about and blissfully peaceful. Inca has spent most of the morning at home, cocooned in the down blast from the air con. Her owner has "suffered" a hot but pleasant morning socialising under the heat of a plastic roofed café! Don't tell Inca, but I forgot to bring the curly croissant ends home.
When you read or watch the TV news, you'd be forgiven for thinking that the whole of Europe is ablaze. Every time I smell burning, I go out and scan the horizon for the dreaded tell-tale sign of smoke. Even the smell of neighbour's BBQs makes me uneasy.
What an interesting, and excellent, selection of music and poetry. Here in SE USA, we have had weeks of dry, very hot weather, which is usually reserved for the last weeks of August. The creek beds have all but dried up, and our lawn is "crunchy."
The Cuban music broadcast is perfect high summer listening. Thanks!
Thank you for the lovely and peaceful start to my day as I follow Sophie down the ox track. Yesterday's photo of the moon setting over the sunflower fields was especially beautiful.
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