We say 'good morning' to the farmers wife. A practical woman in a blue boiler suit. Her old Jack Russell, one of the three that trot down the farm track at break of day, has died. The dog kept going right to the end but yesterday opted to stay at home, curled up in the warmth of the kitchen. ' She didn't even want to chase the mice in the barn'. A trip to the vet showed tumors on her lungs and stomach. In the evening the vet makes a 'house call'. The wee thing now lies in the vegetable plot by the back door. A place where the house lights linger. This morning Sophie greets two Jack Russells heading off down the farm track to the shore. Some village routines never change.