Tuesday 25th July
Awake at 5am and it is hardly light, but we rise
even if we don’t shine. Tim has been getting steadily more anxious over the
last few hours. He trots after us, crying, as we move about, his nose only
inches away from me. Showers, breakfast on the run. Tim would not go for his walk
because he wouldn’t leave Bill behind. (I suspect he thinks Bill will disappear
again for 5 weeks as he did in March to go to Australia) As Bill was busy
stripping the bed, he didn’t want to come for a walk. Anyway, we were ready to
leave by seven, bang on schedule. We stopped in Brantôme because Tim was
shrieking in the back of the car. I thought he wanted a poo, but when we opened
the boot, Tim shot out and raced around the car park barking at the top of his
voice. How French residents of the town must have loved us, with a beserk dog
being very naughty. Still it wasn’t that early, perhaps 8.30 by then. When I say Tim is in the boot, he has plenty of room and windows he can see out of to each side as well as the big window at the back. He has water there, biscuits and his quilt that he leep on every night.
It seemed a long trek to Abbeville, where we had
booked in for the night, and we had several more Tim stops on the way. When we got
there our plan to have dinner outside on the patio with Tim came to nought, for
the weather was too chilly. The waiting staff told us to take him into the
restaurant. In England this would never happen, so we walked in very slowly,
checking to see that we were welcome. We chose a corner where he had the window
and a wall behind him, and he sat beside me very quietly and watched everyone
come and go. He was big enough to see everything on the table, and was fascinated. Of course, he got “perks” from me, which helped to keep him
attentive. The only time he barked was when a small white poodle came in. The
poodle owners quickly vanished behind the wall into the larger part of the
restaurant, and all was peace once more. Then a quiet night upstairs in crisp
white sheets, and an early start the following morning.
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