Three whole months since the tumour was first diagnosed. The three days promised turned into a laughter filled ninety. To celebrate, a muddy, life affirming walk with Wilf across the fields. Gentle sunshine, hovering hawks and the sound of the stream our only companions. After fifteen minutes of nose down exploration he's exhausted, settling down to dream of deer and fox scents in a warm spot amid the long grass . Content and immovable. When I return with the 4x4 to collect him he wakes up, chuckling PON wisdom in his eyes - " Impossible replaced by I'm possible ".
This is proving to be the tenderest of journeys. Wilf has absolute trust in the simple promise - no pain .