Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Bikes and bats.
Off into Auch to buy bikes . The young salesman takes one look at me and suggests that I ride a bike to " find one with a suitable morphology for your physique " . So it is that Angus can be found cycling round and round the sports store on a variety of bikes - each one more brightly coloured than the one before . A blue one is finally chosen . It also has shock absorbers and a heavily padded seat . " The font " asks if it's comfortable . '' It fits my morphology " comes the reply . The bikes will be delivered tomorrow - supposedly .
Midnight . Some bright spark has left his bedroom window open . When we come in from the terrace we find that the upper hallway is alive with a mass of swirling bats . The large windows at the end of the hall have to be opened , all the hall doors shut and all the lights in the house turned off. Eventually they go .
Two fifteen in the morning . It seems that not all the bats have gone . '' The font " wakes me to point out , unhelpfully , that there is one hurtling from one end of the bedroom to the other . Those famous words that are only heard when I'm sound asleep : " What are you going to do about it ? ". Wilf sleeps through all the bat driven excitement .
This morning , after collecting the croissants from the bakers , we walk slowly down through the sunflowers to look at the heavily pregnant cows in the field by the stream . They wander over to say hello but Wilf is quite unmoved by their presence - the grass verges are much more interesting . His PONder for the day " I do not pretend to know what many ignorant men are sure of ".