Late at night, Benno gets taken out for his last, very short walk, a quick ten-fifteen minutes round the Castle by way of the dry moat. At this time of year there is still just enough light in the sky to see light and dark but not enough to distinguish anything very clearly in advance.
We were just coming round the bend by the steepest path to the Castle when a man came sliding down it. Instantly, Benno stopped dead in his tracks, bristling and growling. Benno is a large dog.
"Don't worry about him", I said, "he makes a lot of noise, but he's never bitten anyone yet".
The man, a scruffy, hippie type, replied "I have a wife at home, just like that".