Fascinated

As I returned from Django's walk, we spotted someone practicing pétanque alone on the "piste" in Penicuik Park. Given that I associate the game with late afternoons on sweltering summer days in Provence, playing it with members of A's family, it seemed a little sad. Django, however, was fascinated: "Why is man throwing balls for non-existent dog?" 

Back home, the car had a new windscreen - the old one having cracked right across for no obvious reason - and I got back to work.