Today my companion is sporting her wind battered look. This is what you get when there's a stiff northerly breeze blowing in from the sea. We stop at the end of the path that leads to the shore and watch a dozen cormorants drying their wings on the rocks. Sophie has now reached an age where she's happy to stand and watch rather than bark and chase.
The super smart Los Angeleans are on the phone early. They think that 60% of Chinas population will suffer Covid symptoms in the next 90 days. That's 10% of the worlds population. Covid was one of those words that I'd hoped I wouldn't hear again.
Parking is now easy. That strange time of the year when the students and staff have all gone and the holiday makers haven't yet arrived. This morning we park outside the wee house in town and detour through an open gate to to the good coffee cafe. We pass the hotel with the sausage dispensing French chef but he's nowhere to be seen.
On the shopping street a sign that says ' Ladies that love to shop love pretty things'. There is a political incorrectness to this that makes me laugh. Sophie is much more interested in some dogs on the other side of the Belisha beacon.
Spring and the onset of weather warm enough to allow grooming ( and baths ) can't come a moment too soon. Sophie's un-aerodynamic shape is getting more anvil like with each passing day. The family diva is more than happy to prioritize warmth over style but her fur is continuing to grow at an impressive rate.
Christmas song #17 :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yj7Z4ZdwjjU