What fish fingers are made of .

The rickety old farmhouse alive to the sound of kilts and sporrans being readied for the Hogmanay festivities . Angus's sporran proves particularly difficult to find . Put away last year in one of those places where ' you'll be sure to find it '. This , after much searching , turns out to be the same inaccessible place where the ' lost ' 2010 Christmas lights were hidden .

The restaurant at the Toulouse Rugby Club offers a pre-match menu that is unmistakeably French . Across the channel you'd be lucky to get a tuna and sweetcorn sandwich at a rugby ground . The Fish of the Day - Lieu Jaune. This, ' the font of all knowledge ' informs us is Pollock. It seems that most fishfingers are made of Pollock these days .

The brasserie full of locals, long suffering wives , boisterous children and dogs . The sensible French attitude to family dogs - ' Where we go , they go '. Wilf nestles under the table happy to be at the centre of his flock and hopeful that some Lieu Jaune will come his way . It does. Some plain boiled rice as well.

And so to the end of 2011 and into the excitement of the New Year. To all of you who've followed Wilf on his journey I wish the same thing I wish for family and friends : May this be a year without fear . Or to put it another way - '' May all your troubles last as long as your New Year's resolutions " .