The electrician and the joiner have promised to be here some time today. The carpet fitter may also show up to measure the staircase but after an initial display of interest he seems to be hibernating and isn't responding to texts. At ten last night a cheerful Amazon delivery driver showed up at the front door with 'The Fonts' new electric tooth brush. Coming down an unlit farm track late on a Sunday must surely be devotion above and beyond the call of Amazonian duty.
Blue sky this morning. Despite getting momentarily entangled in a rose bush Sophie completes her tour of the village still looking vaguely like a dog. She ignores the Jack Russells. The leader of the Jack Russell pack ( recognizable for having a brown patch on her back ) is called 'Doreen'. Sophie resolutely ignores Doreen.
Village checked and safe, we head off into town. The ruins of the cathedral still cordoned off to stop wayward masonry falling on passing tourists. We park by the cinema, walk along the road to the good coffee cafe and share a pain au raisin. Angus is of the opinion that the croissants are irredeemably bad so in future pain au raisins it shall be. The pain au raisin is de-raisined for my companion who thinks this a stylish and tasty way to start a Monday morning. Sophie snorts with delight when she finds that her treat has been dusted with icing sugar. I explain that snorting with delight is unladylike. It's apparent from the look I get in return that there are some emotions a girl simply can't hide.
The wind has picked up by the time we've made it down to the shore. Angus wishes he had brought warmer clothing with him. Sophie trots off. She gets close to the edge of the pier so is hastily harnessed up. Even with her advancing years I'm not entirely sure that Sophie won't seize the moment and leap in after something that's caught her eye. With PONs 99% of the time it's safe - it's the 1% you need to worry about . There is a PON spirit that moves them in mysterious ways.
This boat may have better facilities than last weeks offering. I'm not sure about the state of her below the waterline.
The wind is blowing from behind us as we make it back to the car. Dried by this east coast gale Sophie's hair is fluffed up and standing a good 3" proud of her body. This is what is technically known as the electric shock look. The move from the warmth of France to the chill of Scotland seems to have triggered something in her DNA that's making her fur grow as if it's going out of fashion. At this rate by Christmas she will look like a bundle of fluff.
After 30 years our last trug died a death from overuse in France. These people still make them. :https://truggery.co.uk/collections/trugs
These are very beautiful but oh so delicate :https://tristanhoaregallery.co.uk/artists/71-kaori-tatebayashi/biography/
Nobby would like to meet Doreen.
Gail still prefers last week's boat.
She is hoping that when Nobby reaches Sophie's age, he will be giving her fewer nervous moments near water.
Last week's boat looked slightly more sea-worthy below the waterline - I just checked! However this week's looks more suitable for longer trips round the bay, once it's made watertight. There's enough room for Sophie to invite a friend or two. Maybe you can even sleep on board!
What a shame you've had to admit defeat in the search for a decent croissant. Still, a de-raisined pain au raisin is just as acceptable.
There is something very satisfying about a trug.
Ah, Sophie-cheri, if only my own furs would thicken. I appear to be having entirely the opposite situation as I advance in years... hugs and wags, YAM-aunty xxx
I know people like that, it is the 1% you have to be aware of.
Sophie never jumped in the River in France, even when there were swans afloat, but a dog owner can never be too careful with a confident dog!
If she would make the leap/or fall...at least you would have a tow line to get her back without you leaping in as well. :)
About a boat, I believe someone commented earlier along these lines, which I (undoubtedly) am misquoting from Wm F Buckeley: Owning a boat is like standing in a cold shower tearing up one hundred dollar bills....
I am suitably impressed!
Oh the city mouse. Had to look up what a trug is. Perfect. They look like the perfect match of form and function.
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