We've been having some lovely spring weather since Thursday. I worked from home on Thursday morning but took the afternoon off. A friend came over and we had a quick, late lunch at our favourite Italian restaurant just down the road. My friend had an attractive seafood salad, while I enjoyed a generous salmon Carpaccio. Both were delicious. We indulged in a bottle of Italian white wine. Very nice too, yet not as nice as the sec Vouvray which we prefer.
As it had been well over 1 p.m. when we arrived, it was almost three when we left the restaurant. Too late to do the weekly shopping, as my friend had another appointment at four. We therefore drove over to a nearby village and its popular pub featuring a sunny terrace.
First day of spring in a rural Belgian village.
Imagine our disappointment when we arrived and saw that the pub was under ‘reconstruction’. However, when we noticed some locals and patrons walking towards the backdoor of the café, we curiously followed them. We didn’t know that the pub had a ‘function room’ where a temporary bar had been set up. The landlady, who’s a distance relative by (ex) marriage let us to a large sun-lite garden behind the function room. We ordered our drinks and enjoyed a splendid half an hour of early spring sunshine. It felt so good to be able to sit outdoors again, chatting and enjoying the familiar sounds of rural village life. Temperatures were +/- 16°C. Today they are up to 20°C or even more if you stay out of the wind.
And apparently we are not the only ones to be out and about again. Burglars are on the move too. They've become a recurrent plague in our village, but this time they are a bit too close for comfort.
There are scores of these in my mother's garden.
On Tuesday morning my mother noticed that the wire fence that separates her garden from her neighbours’ had been partially cut and folded back. We put on our Sherlock Holmes caps and did some investigating. We found out that the intruders had made their way from a side street, three gardens down the road, before ending up in my mothers’ garden, where the only way out was the back garden of the house that’s on the street that runs parallel with my mother’s.
My friend has fixed the damaged wire and we've come up with a simple yet very efficient alarm system that does not involve any electricity or complicated secret codes …
P.S. The photos were shot with my smartphone. Easy and practical. I'm not sure about the quality though.