Judge Judy .

Three in the morning . A storm sweeps down, unforecast, from the Pyrenees bringing howling winds and icy rain. The watering cans blown tumbling, noisily, across the lawn . Wilf , once the most imperturbable of dogs, can't sleep. He wanders up and down the stairs , agitated by the clattering shutters, bumping into furniture as he goes .

Angus finally gets up and escorts him into the ' snug '. Wilf settles down while the storm rages . Nose and paws on owners left foot. We watch a replay of the Ireland-France rugby match . Then we channel surf . Ten minutes of Judge Judy, dubbed badly , into French . Her homespun philosophy lost in translation . The same true for the Big Bang Theory .

The BBC Gaelic channel has a cooking competiton from the Outer Hebrides. Angus learns that people on Benbecula are now cooking with olive oil. One of the judges , a lady from South Uist, snorts in disbelief when hearing this news. '' I'll carry on with the butter '' she says using the definite article in that giveaway Hebridean manner . True conservatism.

This morning Angus is suffering from sleep deprivation . He has two large coffees at the cafe under the arcades. One side of his face appears to have been shaved. The other not . Wilf by contrast is in fine form . An actual spring in his step . Keen to be lifted down from the back of the car.

The man on the motability scooter laughs with happiness when the old fellow eats his illicit half croissant . As we go he shouts out to Wilf and anyone else listening " May God give you health, and may He be not unmindful of me, as well " . A line from Cervantes ?