A remarkable pace.

On our way home from the broccoli field a hare hurtles out of a depression in the ground in front of us. This interruption to our routine takes a little time to register but then the family diva is into head back, full throated pursuit. The hare goes left up the hill ; Sophie charges straight on. She then turns right at the field boundary, crosses the farm track, skirts the potato barn and heads off into the sea facing field where the bales of hay have been lined up. The family diva  maintains a  pace that is remarkable for a lady of a certain age with two titanium knee joints. Her companion struggles to keep up.  Our walk becomes a high(ish) speed pursuit - although pursuit implies we've gone in the same direction as our prey. Sophie might be light on hunting skills but she has a steely determination that neither age nor infirmity will stop her enjoying life. I finally catch up with her. She exudes happiness of the sort that screams out ' Now that was a good start to a day !'

Back at home Sophie, paws and legs covered in twigs, finds a soft spot on a carpet. A major grooming lies in store. There she opts for a full on doze. Not even the promise of croissant ends will rouse her.

Angus heads into town. The university chapel door is open despite the student lite early hour. Someone is practising Bach on the organ. I sit in an empty pew and enjoy a full five minutes of  the impromptu recital ... and the warmth. 

Overnight a marquee with a gas heater has appeared near our usual parking spot. One legacy of last years Covid epidemic is that the roads have been narrowed and pavements widened to accommodate outside seating. This new addition to the townscape seems a sensible response particularly as the forecast for the rest of the week is cold. 4 degrees likely tomorrow morning. That's ungodly. I'm all for heated marquees.

This is what was being played on the organ this morning. Bach can be sombre but this was quite jaunty :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9xQdHu3sQtU