Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Cream canvas Long Johns.
The old farmer spends the entire day working on his motor home . Got to be at least 45 years old . The faded chintz curtains probably original . The left side rear window stuck permanently open . Does he know ? Despite the heat our neighbours wearing his fur hat. The ear flaps tied tightly in a knot under his chin . Inexplicable . Open toed sandals, string vest, and what appear to be cream canvas Long Johns complete the ensemble .
Lunchtime . A busload of German pilgrims arrive . They get off. Finding the church locked they stand chatting on the village green . Ten minutes later they clamber back on board. The bus has a sign on the back saying they're from Bochum . All of the men are wearing identical beige trousers . Must be a Bochum thing . ' The font ' wonders what they've made of the old farmer . Wilf, asleep on his back, thinks of barking at them but can't be bothered .
To the Post Office with Wilf. A group of cyclists in yellow spandex milling around outside . One of them , a lady of a certain age , drops her purse. She says something decidedly unlady like. As we pass she looks up and apologizes . Wilf gets his hair tousled . He wasn't in the least shocked by her outpouring . The first of the fresh local asparagus in the greengrocers . On our way home Wilf stops by the stream and drinks and drinks and drinks . The unhurried life of a dog in France Profonde .