Tour de France 'tourists' continue to pass through the village. Despite the scorching heat there must have been a hundred, maybe a hundred and twenty, lycra clad cyclists pedaling along the lane on Saturday. Sophie would sometimes let out a half bark when a large, talkative, group pedaled by. Other than that she let them proceed in silence. Some days it's just too hot for a girl to be bothered. The cyclists fall into two groups. Day trippers who are happy to potter along enjoying the views and then wanna be champions who hurtle through, heads down, at high speed. Woe betide if you're out and about when a group of the latter hurtle through.
This morning the old mayor is up at five forty five arranging the water sprinklers on the village green. The water was cut off for much of Saturday. At some time in the wee hours it's come back on. The old mayor only discovers this when he tries to change a broken sprinkler head and gets soaked to the skin. He laughs like a four year old.
Having opened the church and greeted the village geese, goats and donkeys we proceed home via the pond. Five moorhen chicks enjoying the cool air scurry under the water lily leaves as we pass. Sophie also spends some considerable time examining the back of the old mayors car which he's parked at the side of The Rickety Old Farmhouse.
6 comments:
Each day I like the Old Mayor more and more. Can Angus really be thinking of leaving this little corner of paradise?
Oh, how I agree with you Gail - I don't think I would ever want to leave.
Is Sophie searching in the Old Mayor's car for hidden Jaffa cakes?
In winter months we have all the wanna be champion cyclists practising here, with no consideration for other road users and no respect for the law of the road.
Is his honor making any headway on holding off the drying grass? TDF coverage coming soon. There was a crash a couple of days ago caused by a dog crossing the route.
Angus, have you ever thought of renting the Scot wee house for The Open? You could probably make enough in just one week to offset costs of a fabulous trip for you, the Font, and Sophie!
Just an idea….. JoAnn in Maryland
Every morning I rush to see if the Parisien couturier has taken his BMWs elsewhere...
We all hope so, Jake! Many of us are as in love with the village and her cast of characters as we are with Mlle. Sophie - and that's saying a lot!
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