For the last two days a strong , fresh, wind from the high mountain passes has been blowing without a pause. Ideal weather for catching a summer cold. Hot in the sun one minute and chilled in the wind the next. Fur coated Wilf, oblivious to the elements, pops outside for a pit stop at three thirty. Trees duly christened, he then wanders off in the dark, away from the house, towards an increasingly flattened peony border. The confusion of advancing age. As yours truly chases after him in dressing gown and slippers that old rule of dog ownership springs to mind. The amount of time it takes for a dogs pit stop is directly proportional to the outside temperature and the suitability of the owners outerwear.