At lunchtime I went to my usual food bar and bought a chicken, bacon and salad ciabatta. The guy who runs the place is a New Yorker, and really knows how to put a sandwich together. Guaranteed to hit the spot.
I then took the short stroll to the Cathedral grounds...
...and found a nice seat in the shade of a huge oak tree. I must post pictures of some of our trees because they are wonderful. This one must be around 300 years old, about 8 feet across and really gnarled.
I took a few moments to actually appreciate the amazing building that is the Cathedral, one of the most holy Christian sites in the world. This is a good place to be.
So, I settled down with my "sandwich" and another chapter of my book.
I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. A rather well-fed black and white cat was heading my way. He had given up trying to get bits of someone else's lunch and was trying his luck with me.
He did not try to get sympathy, he clearly knew he was too fat to get that, so he just sat in front of me, watching.
I tried to ignore him, but there was something about him - maybe he was a Jedi or something. I pulled out a piece of bacon and offered it to him. Slowly and delicately he maneuvered his head to take it (he did not move his body, that was clearly too much effort) and chomped on it. He seemed to enjoy it. He even somehow moved a bit closer without seeming to move, possibly sliding forward like a snail or something.
Then I found myself offering him some chicken. This was what he really wanted, what must have drawn him over in the first place, so I sat there eating the rest of my lunch, taking a bite, pulling off a piece of chicken for my new friend, taking another bite, etc.
When it was clear that there was no more chicken to be had, he found a cool patch of grass at the foot of the tree and went to sleep.
It is a hard life for some!