Cool in the heat .

With its fifteen foot ceilings and large double windows the rickety old farmhouse is a haven of cool in the scorching heat of a South West summer . When it's minus thirteen outside it displays a different side of its character . The old place is impossible to heat. Sub-zero temperatures unheard of in this part of the world. The radiators churn away but the warmth flies upwards and outwards . Those high ceilings and ill fitting windows extracting a breezy revenge .

' The font ' and yours truly spend our evening sitting by the log fire in the snug. Doors, shutters and curtains closed against the draughts . Wrapped up like two characters out of a Dickens novel . More layers of clothing than the Michelin man . That lululemon bobble hat proving to be useful both inside as well as out .

Wilf remains gloriously oblivious to the weather . Opting for carefree naps on the frost covered doorstep . Game for long, long walks across the snow hardened fields . Enthusiastic to go exploring at six in the morning . And to think that a few days ago we were worried about his arthritis ! .