Sunday, March 3, 2013
Sunday morning. It's getting warmer now. A spring like 8 degrees by the time I venture out for the breakfast croissants. The two cows in the field across the lane turn expectantly as the car drives out of the gate. They're happily grazing on some of the old farmers ' first light ' straw delivery.
A parking spot right in front of the cafe under the arcades. Oranges from the greengrocer and daffodils from the flower stall. Daffodils €5 for 50. Today two bunches for the price of one. '' They'll last all week " says the flower seller.
The man with the motability scooter waves and shouts out " M'Ongoose. I think you've got a puncture in your front tyre " . He's right. Thankfully, it's a slow puncture. Just enough time to get it to the tractor workshop by the roundabout before it deflates. '' Don't see many of these " says a man in green overalls who emerges from underneath an enormous John Deere. Half an hour later the tyre has been taken off, repaired and put back on. €24. French efficiency. Try getting a tyre repaired in Scotland before nine on a Sunday morning.