Friday 19 June 2020

Rain stops play ..................

It is hardly unexpected that as we move towards Summer here the heavens open and we have days of heavy rain. Perhaps the Rain Gods weren't told that Glastonbury had been cancelled because of the machinations of the Plague Daemons? Who knows? Maybe, the deities aren't involved and it is just  the arrival of yet another classic British Summer. 

Anyway, the side effect of this is that although the isolation painting continues apace, I cannot finish anything off because of the risk of fogging caused by excess humidity. To say that I am not happy with this state of affairs is an understatement.

What with the rain and the pandemic, I am a very disgruntled bunny. 

<OK, rant starts here> 

Because of the pandemic, we had to cancel our planned and booked (but not paid for, apart from the deposit) Summer holiday in south-west France. There is still too much uncertainty over travel regulations and possible quarantine rules to carry on with a trip planned for July 3rd. 

It will be the first time since 2003 that we haven't been over there and, I think only the third year in which I haven't visited France since the mid-1980s. We still harbour plans to get over there before the end of the year, though, assuming that travel etc is all back to normal by late-Autumn. 

I really hope we can get across because it will probably be our final chance to take the dogs over with us, partly because they are old ladies now (they will be 14 at the end of October) and partly because January 1st next year marks the end of membership of the EU Pet Passport scheme for the UK. 

We had already discussed the issue of long journeys for the dogs in 2021 and considered that it might be too much for them and had decided to make this year's holiday a special event. Anyway, the pandemic put an end to that. I'm not complaining about the restrictions. We have seen too many deaths and sadness to behave selfishly in this matter, but I cannot pretend to be happy about it. So, unless we can get to France before the end of the year, last Summer was our final French holiday. I really cannot contemplate going away and leaving them behind. They are too much a part of our lives to leave them alone with strangers for two weeks.

</Rant over>

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