Sprats and Banana Splits .

Another sunny day. In the garden the snow damaged shrubs slowly coming back to life . ' The font ' spots Sprats at the fishmongers. Angus is unimpressed . He wanders off to the cafe with Wilf. Time to have a coffee and ponder what it is with Scandinavians and fish .

New, laminated, menus in the bar. Must be going upmarket . Too early to have an early morning Banana Split ? Not often you see them on menus these days. The waitress gives Wilf his illicit half croissant . Angus decides against the Banana Split. Maybe if we go back in the afternoon ? Wilf settles down under the banquette for a nap. By the time ' the font ' rejoins us he's snoring away .

A caravan appears in the old farmers driveway. Its left wheel at a jaunty , gravity defying, angle . At least 15 degrees off true. '' Getting ready for the holidays " the farmer shouts out, eager to share his happiness. Today he's wearing black track suit bottoms, open toed sandals without socks , a red check shirt and, despite the warmth, a large, faux fur, Russian style hat . Angus looks at the caravan and wonders if it will make it as far as the layby at the top of the road. Best to say nothing .

For dinner Wilf has sprat filet on his kibbles. Afterwards a little coconut ice cream. He licks his nose and falls asleep. Yes, dogs can smile. Angus has a steak .