We're losing a well-loved nearby neighbour.
He's sold his kennel, packed his Pedigree biscuits and chews, and is heading for foreign fields.
Ever since he started travelling, he's had itchy paws. Now he's decided to take his bed, his tennis ball, his brush, and his two pets (Sue and Paul), and is heading for England, and pastures new.
I know he'll miss his native S W France, the weather, and the Chestnut woods, but he's exchanging all that for an exciting new life in Lincolnshire (that's just above the roundish sticking-out bit on the right hand side of England).
So, goodbye Rick. It was good knowing you; if all too briefly.