The clocks changed yesterday so in the foreshortened afternoon a walk with Wilf along the banks of the little river that flows below the house. In an hour and twenty minutes two cars and a white van passed us by. Wilf was off his lead, zigzaging backwards and forwards across the fields at high speed. The three inch deep water of the rain starved brook proved to be a particular fascination. He returned home happy and wet and totally exhausted. A little garlic and rosemary seasoned sea bream and french beans with his kibbles soon perked him up. A tiny spoonful of rapture inducing ice cream now part of his daily routine.
This morning down to the market town with Wilf for a coffee and to look at a property that's for sale . An old fifteenth century pilgrims hostel that's been used as a butchers and has seen much better days. Owned by two ninety year old sisters who think its worth ten times the real market value. Wilf follows me round as I imagine a shop and kitchen on the ground floor, an open plan restaurant looking directly onto the market square on the first floor, and staff accomodation on top. What would we serve ? Who would come ? Wilf has a look to him that says ' if there were sausages on the menu I'd be there every day '.
Thank you all so much for your comments yesterday.Somehow its uplifting and reassuring to know that the experience and support of all these unknown folk in dog blog land is out there joining us as we discover what's next on Wilfs journey.