Two Polish Lowland Sheepdog brothers in Italy - now about to head to France
Tuesday, 7 April 2009
Another tremor
Wilf was awake at 1.14 this morning with the house shuddering with another aftershock from the Abruzzo earthquake. Everyone else slept through it. It's the sound that surprises me - all of a sudden there is a whoosh that grows in volume and then suddenly stops. The best way of describing it is like a really heavy fall of snow sliding off a roof. Sadly, the death toll looks as though it's going to rise above 150.Was amazed at the number of messages from friends and colleagues from around the world who e-mailed or texted to see if we were alright. People are basically kind.
Have just finished 'Naked' a collection of essays by David Sedaris - his third book. It's a bit rawer than the first two - 'Me Talk Pretty' and 'Dress your Family in Corduroy' -which I really enjoyed. The final two chapters about his mother and his trip to a nudist colony in Scranton , of all places, are the best. I can see why he has become one of the 'must read' American authors.Have started on a biography of Dean Acheson which is very worthy.
2004 - We sell the farm in Scotland and move to the warmth of southern Europe. 2 lively Polish Lowland Sheepdogs - Wilf and Digby - our patient and comical companions. After a year in Provence we head to Italy to restore a hilltop Roman watchtower . Following an unpleasant 'housejacking' in late 2009 we set off for new adventures in South West Franceto get to grips with a large and exceedingly rickety old farmhouse. Empty nesters life after the violence of Italy has a gentler tempo. Digby passed on from piroplasmosis in May 2010. HIs brother, despite being diagnosed with cancer and having become blind ,soldiered on for another two years. Bob and Sophie joined us in 2013. Bob passed on in 2019. Sophie enjoyed the fresh air in Scotland after we returned in late 2022 but ran ahead in the summer of 23. This blog records all those little things about living with dogs that are too unimportant to make it into a diary but which make life, life.
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