After breakfast off in the car to a neighbouring village for their annual pageant. Quite, quite wonderful. By the time we got there the prizes for the best garlic decorations had already been handed out ( these country folk start early) but we caught the tail end of the collared dove judging and the cacophonous short listing of entrants for the 'goose of the show' award. Wilf sat, feet rooted firmly to the ground at the taxidermists stand - a defiant look on his face that said ' he ain't coming anywhere near me'. He was only too happy to leave the display of stuffed foxes and move quickly along to where the local clog maker was doing a roaring trade. After a visit to the cart horse judging and the cattle ring it was time to go home. Wilf used the opportunity of the walk across the village green to carefully mark the tyres on the old Citroens and Renaults that were parked there. He trotted contentedly off as if to say 'no point in wasting a visit'.
If you have the time please pop along to http://www.fourpawsandwhiskers.blogspot.com/ . The kind people there have been through the most terrible earthquake. Knowing that other people have them in their thoughts makes so much difference at a time like this .