Today is a day for chasing workmen. The electrician and joiner have promised faithfully to show up this afternoon. We shall see. The plumber and the decorator aren't answering their phones or replying to e-mails. Later this morning 'The Font' will head off to check out a promising curtain maker. We have the feeling that thick curtains are going to be a necessity on this exposed coast as the year wears on.
Sophie greets the two young doocot builders who are already hard at work. Over the long weekend they've installed the new pigeon entrance. It looks very grand and is a faithful replica of the 16th century original. A developer had planned to knock the doocot down and build a 'Mac' mansion but the villagers raised the cash and bought the plot of land themselves. A picnic area has already been set up and native trees planted. All of these small coastal communities have a ferocious civic pride.
Sophie is taken into town for a croissant and for a walk on the beach. She finds a group of students barbecuing. They greet her warmly but make no attempt to share their sausages. They are glared at but still don't get the message. I explain to her that being a student doesn't guarantee intelligence. She then tries her luck with a Jack Russell with a dead fish. The Jack Russell proves to be remarkably relaxed about a bundle of fluff wanting to share his treasured possession. He deals with the situation by heading into the dunes at high speed. He then disappears - with his dead fish. Sophie is left behind to marvel at his incivility.
A heron sits patiently on a fishing boat. It's there when we arrive. It's there when we go. It hasn't moved.
Back at home Sophie heads off to the shore to check on the seals. En route she disturbs the geese who honk noisily and fly off . The daily routine of a Polish Lowland Sheepdog lady of a certain age is sprinkled with adventure.
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