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Sophie spends the first three hours of her day - from five thirty to eight thirty - either having breakfast, checking that the village is ship shape or PONdering at the front door. She rather enjoys PONdering with her nose out and rump in.
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This morning she wanders over the see the gentleman who has had open heart surgery and has been told to walk ten miles a day. He breaks his journey in the village and sits on the green bench to check his e-mails. Sophie leaves him when it's clear that he's not carrying any biscuits.
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The Tour de France was a non-event. Everyone gathered at the expected time to see the riders pass. However, there was some form of demonstration by disgruntled farmers and the whole thing was delayed. Most of the villagers, ourselves included, drifted away in the heat leaving the two gendarmes and a German family with folding deck chairs and a primus stove to watch the pack eventually race by.
This morning Sophie spends some considerable time sniffing the tyres of the municipal refuse truck. I try to hurry her along but she will not be moved. There's nothing quite like the garbage trucks tyres to grab a girls attention. By the time we've finished our croissant ( a 8.9/10 ) the refuse workers and their vehicle have gone.
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8 comments:
Even this avid Tour de France fan will admit that yesterday's stage was not the most thrilling. One couldn't help thinking about how dry the landscape is looking in Sophie's part of France profonde. Nobby might be disappointed by a lack of muddy ditches right now.
Cheers! Gail.
Ten miles a day; that's impressive. To my mind, his walk would improve with a young dog companion.
I hope you and the Font found something to your liking on last night’s virtual menu. Squid (bait, not food in my book) is not my favorite, so I get wary of the kitchen that serves it.
If we could smell, what Sophie smells, the world would be a different place. The USA TV coverage of the Tour is deliberately not showing the protests, just the stopped bikes, and the restart.
Fun menu!
I forgot all about the TDF coming through your village yesterday, so we didn't miss seeing you wave to us!
Angus, perhaps you could wander over to the man who walks ten miles a day, and engage him in conversation? Perhaps mention - in a very casual way of course - that a certain PONette is very fond of Jaffa cakes? It's always worth a try!
Coppas Girl - The man with heart problems, like all visitors to the village, has quickly discovered that the PONette only wants to make friends with the bearer of biscuits. The Anger Management Man returned from the bakers with 3 baguettes this morning and became the centre of Sophie's undivided attention. She was disappointed that Anger Management Man didn't even tear off a piece of bread for her !
I have spent a few days reliving the 13 or so years of following your life in the village (completely triggered by the possibility of you leaving it). I cried again three times as I read about losing Wilf and Digby and Bob. It struck me how sad it will be to leave them on the ridge - but I suppose great comfort in them being together. Some relief to know we can follow SOphies adventures with you wherever you go!
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