Famous

This might be an important week.

While Angus was away two large BMW's appeared outside The Rickety Old Farmhouse. They contained a famous Parisian couturier, a gaggle of staff and four long haired Dachshunds. To cut a long story short the Parisian already has a weekend house in the region, stumbled across this little hamlet surrounded by sunflowers and was taken by the sight of a certain wisteria clad house. Numbers were exchanged and that, 'The Font' believed, was the end of that. 'This is paradise' the Parisian gentleman said before he and his entourage and the dachshunds drove off. Sophie viewed the dachshunds with a degree of froideur bordering on disdain. 

By Saturday afternoon the couturiers lawyer in Paris was on the phone asking  whether we would consider selling . The name and address of our notaire was requested. That evening an e-mail arrived with an offer to buy.

Later today I shall head into the small market town and chat to the lawyer. We hadn't thought of moving but serendipity is serendipity. Sometimes it hints that it's time to turn the page and seek adventures new. We are now left with more questions than answers - where would we go with Sophie being the foremost. On the other side of the equation why rattle around on the inside of a thousand square metre house designed for a much larger family. There are empty nest bedrooms that we never go into from one month to the next.

That's as far as it's gone. Let's see what the lawyer says about the seriousness, or otherwise, of this sudden and unexpected offer.

I explain the situation to Sophie as we walk round the village. Stockholm seems like a good solution but Swedish winters make Scotland look tropical. Sophie of course might find the climate ideal. Perhaps the Loire would be a good alternative ? Sophie isn't really bothered as long as she's with us and there's a ready supply of croissant ends or Jaffa Cakes. 

This morning black and white C-A-T is asleep outside the far gate. It leaps vertically onto the garden wall to avoid a PONette in full ears flying hunting mode. It goes without saying that the C-A-T was never in any danger. Sophie charges straight on oblivious to the C-A-T sitting on the wall.

This article on animals in this months Atlantic magazine was a delight. I can't find it on the website but you might be more patient than me :https://www.theatlantic.com/world/