Still no rain . We don't have water rationing ; yet . But it can't be long in coming . The downside of day after day of blue skies and gentle breezes . While I roll out the hose pipe to irrigate the lavender beds Wilf opts for half an hours post-breakfast relaxation . He saunters out of the house with a soft toy in his jaws and chooses a shady spot under the cherry trees . True to form he's soon on his back in the cool grass snoring gently . The sounds of France Profonde . The cheerful chirrup of the wrens in the roof eaves , the sun loving croak of the frogs on the pond and a small white , whistling , polar bear in the orchard . The perfect Monday morning .