Since there are no more cats at home… we can go away for some time. Last week we were in Aosta Valley. We stopped at Morgex, as usual, at the Pilier Central. They have excellent angel wings at that time of the year. We stayed in Cogne for five days.
Since in the garden of Frimousse there are no more cats, I give seeds to the birds. Many tits, finches, rarely sparrows, from time to time serins, and, every day, the great spotted woodpecker and the Bullfinch family – this morning, for the first time, there are two Mrs Bullfinch!
There are no more cats? There’s Moka, the black pussy ! She hides under the balcony and runs away when she hears me going out. She caught a tit before Christmas, but nothing since, it seems. Unless it happened while I was doing my tour – walking or jogging – above our house or by the Lake.
I have walked or jogged 216 km (135M) since January 1 – I make a note of it everyday, not to boast but to encourage myself. I’m amazed my knees don’t get any worse, when they should! Really a huge regret: having had a prosthesis (PUC) fitted on my right knee, prosthesis that wears.
Some of you know that I’ve created a Running blog to talk about racing. I can’t run therefore I talk! Last Friday evening the Mistress of Frimousse, her nephew and two of her friends took part in the Glières relay. Cross-country skiing (skating) running (trail) at night (departure 7pm) and in the snow. By teams of two. 62 teams. I am talking about it here.
