Off into town with Wilf for the early morning shopping. Our regulation coffee and bowl of water at the cafe under the arcades. Upmarket and pricey Easter eggs have appeared in the newsagents. The family fellow waits patiently outside the bakers while I pick up a raspberry tart for lunch. The first fresh raspberries of the season. The smell of newly baked croissant and dessert has an enervating effect on the old fellow. On the way back to the car he trots alongside as if he hadn't a care in the world. On the journey home Wilf has an expectant look on his face that says " It is often easier to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission ". After breakfast, excitement over, he falls asleep on his back in the courtyard. From the happy, gentle, snoring emanating from his direction we can safely assume he's dreaming of life in a bakery.