The heavy rain has undermined the foundations of one of the gate piers on the edge of the field that runs down to the sea. Sophie sets off purposefully to examine the pile of rubble and the fallen gate. Satisfied that there is nothing more she can usefully accomplish she wanders purposefully back home. Supervising and organizing are just a routine part of her day.
It's getting dark by four now. It's also getting colder. A bracing 2 degrees when we head off into town last night to see the Christmas lights. These are underwhelming although Sophie is intrigued by the scents in many of the shop doorways.
The old tree outside the biochemistry building has been illuminated from underneath. Green on green gives it a 'Christmas on Acid' look. We agree that it's quite memorable.
Christmas lights have appeared on some of the town trees . These don't just flicker on and off but periodically switch off and then 'star burst' into life. There must be a name for this. We stand in the middle of the street for a good minute and watch the lights do their thing. 'We must get out more' says 'The Font' , delphically.
Time, and cue, for a pre-dinner drink. Most eateries refuse dogs. We find a place that will let Sophie in and order two glasses of wine. 'What have you got ?' I ask the ginger bearded barman. " Red or white. The white's a Chardonnay and the red's a Malbec. Both are good choices " says the young man in what is presumably a sales pitch. We order one of each. Sophie is brought a bowl of water , or, to be more precise she's brought a silver foil baking tray full of water. 'What does your wine taste like ?' I ask The Font expecting an answer along the lines of fruity and light. " Hops " comes the reply.
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