Yesterday, winter finally arrived in France profonde. The skies remained obdurately grey, the wind blew and an occasional flake of snow would make a brief, lack lustre appearance. For Wilf there was only one place to be - the kitchen. He watched completely entranced as 'the font ' made a chicken pie for lunch . Each ingredient savoured, considered and approved. Through it all we were treated to his best ' kindly remember that I'm here ' orphan dog routine.
After much encouragement and the use of the magic word 'croissants' he agreed to leave his warm spot by the stove and come with me into town . A few days ago he was able to leap up into the back of the car but now he has to be helped up. A little reminder that we should all be enjoying every day to the full. At the bakers a new delight. The woman at the cash desk came outside to where Wilf was patiently waiting and gave him half a meringue. Half a brandy snap last week and now this . Bliss.