Thursday, July 31, 2025

The first geese heading south.

August almost upon us. Here, after the summer period of endless nights, it's now getting dark by ten and there's a decided nip in the evening air after eight. Yesterday the farmer harvested the wheat in the large field by the main road. He's now working his way down towards us. This morning he saw the first flock of half a dozen or so geese heading south. Soon the fields around here will be home to hundreds of them gleaning what's left of the grain before starting their long journey home. The sight of geese, perhaps more than anything else, is a signal that we should order heating oil and make sure the rose in the wine cellar is drunk quickly. After the geese have gone the students arrive.

A snorting noise tells us we have company. 


Puppy is starting her day full of energy. After a good nights sleep she's supercharged. She doesn't so much run as fly down the track. Butterflies scatter on either side as she approaches.


Puppy follows us down to the shore then follows us back along the track to the courtyard. She drops a yellow ball at my feet every twenty yards or so.


When we head off in the car she's still sitting in the barley field and watches us drive away with disbelief. What could be more important than spending a morning throwing a ball ? The farmers wife has given up all hope of keeping her safely confined to the farmhouse garden. The latest attempt involved a sixty foot long nylon rope . Despite being 'indestructible' the rope was soon chewed through.

So starts a sunny Thursday morning on the east coast of Scotland. Town is still super-busy with severe looking men taking a few days R&R on their way back to Dulles.

11 comments:

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
That adage of you're only as old as you feel is rather depressing, now that I constantly feel ancient! Wonder if that study took stock of major events such as 2020's carry on. I lost about 10 years in that one alone... admittedly I had turned 60 and maybe that first year after it was one of those horizons mentioned. One thing is for sure - there's no ignoring it! YAM xx

The Life of Riley said...

Maybe you and the Font could offer the Farmer's wife to take Puppy with you on your daily morning adventures to town, the beach, etc. Puppy's legs and brain would get exercised, and I'm sure the smiles on your and the Font's faces walking a dog again (the perfect way to meet other dogs and people! ) would make it worthwhile.

Ruth said...

Puppy bounding along the track is a joyous sight.

Angus said...

'Puppy' has taken to joining us in the garden for a pre-sunset, pre-dinner glass of wine. This a chance for her to glare at pigeons and chase sparrows. She then joins the farmer and her elder sister in the cab of his tractor for the final harvesting of the day. Puppy does not respond well to collars or leads.

Coppa's girl said...

Puppy obviously views you as her second set of "parents" when the others are too busy - or unable to catch her as she heads off towards you!

Angus said...

I'd like to think it's just us but Puppy is equally at home with all the villagers and the green keepers at the local 5 star hotels golf course.

Travel said...

Puppy has embraced the saying, "play like someone accidentally left the gate open" in her/his case no gate is ever truly closed.

Lisa in France said...

"Flying Puppy" may be your best shot yet of this wonderful creature. Charlie is enjoying our own seasonal visitors. Our town attracts a lot of summer visitors from the UK, and many bring their dogs. While the French dogs we meet are almost always well-behaved, it seems they are not encouraged to "mingle." This summer crowd, which included a Sealyham and an Airedale on this morning's errand run, are much more outgoing. As to the age thing, maybe I'm reading it wrong, but I took it to mean one is out of the woods once past 60.

10NISNE1 said...

Puppy exudes pure happiness!

rottrover said...

PUPPY!!

Stephanie said...

Puppy deluxe has made my day.