The power of mischief .

While ' the font ' sleeps Wilf sets off on his early morning walk . There are drainage ditches on either side of the quiet lane that runs in front of the rickety old farmhouse . Probably a metre and a half deep, they catch and channel the water from summers frequent Pyrennean downpours . Wilf has recently discovered the simple pleasure of lying on his back and then rolling sideways , head over heels , down into the soft shade of these ditches . The family fellow does this tree times in a row this morning . After each exciting tumble he clambers back up the bank and then flips onto his back again to repeat the process . Between christening every plane tree and cartwheeling into the drainage ditch our morning progress is slow but fun filled . Mischief is a great healer .