Thunderstorms
at 11.20pm last night. Almost continuous sheet lightning that lit up the entire
mill, front, back and sides at the same time. Thunder but no rain, or so little
rain that we did not hear it. Perla being totally deaf is lucky in these
situations as she slept right through. Tim would have been bouncing around – totally
alert, half afraid and half aggressive.
Dh
drove into Vergt and did a shop that is supposed to last until we leave for
home. Sometimes we get it right, sometimes we don’t, but it is not a worry as
we have to go into Vergt on Monday to see Monsieur le docteur le vétérinaire
to get
Perla’s worming tablet and her Animal Health Certificate signed off. Then we
have a few hours to get to Calais and through the tunnel back into England.
(Out of interest for anyone thinking of taking their dog to France, we were
charged £65.) Considering the £225 in England for the AHC before we went, and £65
in France, it is an expensive option – thanks to Brexit! Bah humbug.
The
mornings are noticeably colder now, and likewise the evenings. A good time to
get work done – it was far too hot when the temperature was in the high thirties, but low twenties is ideal. The nasty little biting creatures seem to
be gorging on us as if to fatten up for the winter. I don’t see them, but I have
several nasty bites, and they have attacked Perla’s paws as well. The pool is
not quite so inviting now, and the leaves are turning yellow gold. I sweep the
fallen ones from the bolly every morning. Sadly, the walnuts are not falling yet,
but they are growing.
The very
first Sunday of September and a hunter was out with his dogs, shooting at goodness
knows what. Possibly deer, rabbits or boar, none of which we have seen, though
we have seen signs that tell us they are around. It must be a struggle for them
to find water, for the stream that runs through the mill land is still just a
trickle and seepage. The spring that feeds the pound, however, runs as it ever
did, so they will always find water here.
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