Wally .

A day outside in the garden . A dozen Kiftsgate roses to plant. No noise bar the never ending squabbling between finches, wrens and sparrows as they battle over the fresh grain in the bird feeder . While I heel in the roses , the old PON dozes on the soft grass under the cherry trees. On his back, snoring away , feet pointed skywards . We've got to the stage where he's sleeping twenty , maybe more , hours a day . That sheepdog mentality that just won't quit .

Angus cooks a steak for dinner . Wilf follows events with interest . As the smoke builds up in the kitchen he finally retreats outside to the terrace . Cuisine a l'Angus clearly not favoured by this gourmand canine.

Sunset . A slow, gentle, stroll along the lane. At the crossroads a hand painted sign has been put up to lure passing motorists . " May 12th , Village Saints Day , Wally's Giant Paella " . Above the village hall another , similar , sign . In this one Wally's Giant Paella has mysteriously become Willy's Giant Paella.