When people are free to do as they please, they usually imitate each other.

The strangest weather. Hot one minute, cold, windy and wet the next. The market square unusually quiet. Sophie joins Angus for a coffee ( or in her case a bowl of water ) at the cafe under the arcades. For a moment she ponders whether it's a good idea to get out of the warmth of the car and face the elements. The word 'croissant' and she's racing to the front door of the cafe. 

The Old Farmer is off to Belarus to visit his fathers grave. The ancient motor home waxed and sparkling. We're to keep an eye on the house while he's away. To deter burglars the Old Farmer has wired up the Christmas star so that it comes on between ten at night and two in the morning. He has also put up a line of coloured lights along his gutters and attached them to a motion sensor. '' You'll know someones snooping around if they light up " . 

For the journey he's wearing a Canadian fur trappers hat with ear flaps, a red check shirt and a pair of dungarees. Open toed sandals complete the ensemble. Strasbourg tonight, Warsaw tomorrow and Grodno on Monday. 'The font' gives him a pre-paid mobile phone ( and instructions on how to use it ) so he can call us if he gets into trouble. We stand in the road and wave him goodbye.