Some scrambled, some clambered, while yet others had to be hoisted up , but after numerous delays and false starts the family set off in the Land Rover for a Boxing Day trip to the local town , Montauban - the capital of Tarn et Garonne. With a population of fully 50,000 its sophistication and shopping opportunities act like a flame to we moth like country dwellers. Montauban when we got there and finally found a parking spot was humming. It looked as if the entire population of the departement was out in force to enjoy the glorious sunny weather and the Christmas decorations - every store was seasonally festooned and crowded. 'The font' carefully studied the cheese being cut of huge rounds in the market while others of us enjoyed comparing prices in the wine stores. We had gone with the intent of visiting the paintings in the Ingres museum but somehow a vote was taken and it was decided that this could wait until after lunch. Naturally, after lunch another vote was taken and we came home. Calvin would not have approved of our presbyterian lack of self improvement - the Ingres museum will have to wait until another day.
Wilf and Digby overnight developed an extremely unseemly odour - probably as a result of rolling in something completely unmentionable on one their long winter walks.I point the finger of blame at the two cows in the field across the lane. After their morning stroll and assorted helpful comments from various members of the household the two of them went straight into the bath for a thorough , and I mean thorough,hosing down . With a Ryvita as bait they both stoically endured this soaping-up torture with a relative lack of complaint. I ,by contrast , am now suitably frazzled and soaked to the skin . Does anyone out there have a bathtime trick that avoids floors,walls, ceilings and washer getting drenched ?