We bought some Hidcotte lavender for the garden, some of the award winning loaves, and 'the font' bought some foul smelling sausage much beloved by Swedes and other continentals. It was a thoroughly enjoyable hour. Perhaps it wasn't the most sophsiticated trip out but it had a refreshing innocence to it that has long disappeared in other parts of Europe. In this farming belt the link between man and nature remains unbroken.
Digby had a peaceful night but the disease continues to work remorselessly away . He's not in pain , he's displaying a remarkable tenacity but his eyes seem to say ' please make this better'. It's over a week since he was able to hold anything down and the end of his journey is close. This morning to our shock and surprise we found that he had simply disappeared. One minute he was at the top of the stairs the next he was gone. We looked everywhere for him until 'the font' found him in the drawing room stretched out on one of the old Turkish carpets we brought from Scotland. He's got to the stage where he wants to be alone with the comfort of old familiar scents and memories. The drawing room is out of bounds but at this stage he's decided 'what the heck'. Independent to the end. I think there will be mischief and laughter in heaven tonight.