We pass through the neighbouring village. There on a cottage doorstep, soaking up the sun , Oliver, the old widows labrador. He took up this position a year ago on the day her husband died. He resolutely spends his days there come rain, sleet or snow. Waiting patiently for his masters return. Now he's the man of the family. Literally guarding hearth and home . Invisible routines of life in deepest France Profonde
Wilf has had a good week. The new insulin regime working wonders. Only one pit stop a night. The rickety old farmhouse echoing with laughter at his escapades. He's recently taken to falling asleep in the oddest places. Late at night we find him slumbering contentedly away under the dining table or in downstairs bedrooms. Places he usually never visits. His eyesight is clouding over but he lives by that old philosophy " Faith makes all things possible. Love makes all things easy ".