This week's throwback Thursday takes us back eight years, with a post from 4 October 2009.
Don’t ask me how or why. I switched the Netbook on as usual on Friday, and it logged in to Skype with no problems. Everything I had tried during the previous few days failed, and there is no difference in the configuration of anything. It just returned as suddenly and as mysteriously as it went away.
I always believed one of the strengths of computers is that, once it does something, it will be able to repeat it – regularly, reliably and predictably. Maybe I need to rethink some of my core understanding (or lack of).
Autumn has arrived in Beaugut. The temperatures are slowly dropping, although we are still promised highs in the low 20s over the next few days, and the trees are beginning to turn and lose their foliage. We have had no rain for a while, so have been able to give the grass what I hope will be its last cut of the year. Rain is promised for later this week.
In the meantime, this is what the end of September looked like after I had cut the grass. It makes a pretty picture, I think, and we derive a great deal of pleasure from sitting on the half-balcony at the front of the house or the terrace at the back, and look out on this kind of view. This is looking south-south-east from the front of the house.
Later in the day, this is the kind of thing we are seeing if we look west-north-west from the terrace.We really do feel blessed living here. Frequently, on walks or drives in the area, we need to remind ourselves that this is not just gorgeous scenery, this is where we live. This is home.
We have been having some fun with the dogs this week. Trevor is growing in confidence as he gets to know us better. I suppose this is a good thing, but he seems to be a stronger character than Ulysse, and is taking on the mantle of top dog. This means it is his job to deter any visitors from his patch.
This would not be a problem if he confined himself to barking like a demented werewolf when people actually enter our land. Unfortunately, his understanding of the area he calls home differs widely from ours. His extends to about a half kilometre in any direction and includes our airspace.
We have said before that he likes to chase birds, especially swallows, but that is not all. Woe betide the pilot of any jet fighter or other aircraft that flies low and loud over our land. Judging by his reactions, Trevor includes at least 1000 feet of our airspace in his fiefdom and barks furiously if any aircraft dare enter that space – which they do, frequently; either for military exercises or, as we suspect, to seed the clouds to trigger thunderstorms.
From time to time, the two dogs appear to become precious, as in this picture, where Ulysse seems to be saying to Trevor, “Don’t look at me – I’m not talking to you!”Miranda enjoyed her time with our dogs and has, apparently, been telling a lot of people about them. When she was back in Plymouth, she sent us this card, which probably sums up a part of Trevor’s personality (except that, as mentioned last week, he doesn’t have the wherewithal to have a sex life).We still don’t really like Trevor as a name for him, even if he does respond to it very well (unless, of course, there is something more interesting going on). I recently suggested, as a French name for him, Menuisier, which means (roughly) carpenter/joiner. Pourquoi? Parce-qu’il aboie!
We still keep seeing new Twingos the colour of the one we have on order. The difference now is that, based on the salesman’s aspirations, we have less than two months left to wait and, based on his promise, less than three.