Our morning starts with what looks and sounds like one of those 'alternative' productions of Macbeth. The PONs find the eight kittens and the cat asleep on the garden chairs.
There follows a witches brew of activity. Kittens go flying everywhere. Two rush into the barn. Some rush through the lavender beds. Others clamber up trees. Yet others hurtle across the lawn. The angelic duo howl. The kittens are soon safely out of sight but not out of mind.
The sturm und drang lasts for all of ten frenetic minutes. We set of along the lane for a post excitement walk passing the Senegalese melon pickers as we go. The PONs rush over to see them and then, unhappy that the melon pickers have no biscuits to offer, rush back.
Lines of fire engines and riot police coaches heading along the motorway in the direction of Bordeaux. Reinforcements for the G7 meeting in Biarritz. Angus is much more interested in a mobile wine bar that is heading in the same direction. The heads of state would probably benefit from its presence.
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