Pulling on my welly boots, I didn’t want to go out into the cold.
And I could tell Fred didn’t want to, either.
Curled up by the Aga, he was nice and cosy.
Now my reliable golden Labrador was 15, he preferred to spend his mornings snuggled up in the warm.
My wife Johanna, 40, would be down soon to make breakfast for the kids – Henry, five, James, three, and little Isabella, four months – and I was sure Fred wanted to stick about, waiting for bits of toast.
‘Come on Fred,’ I called cheerfully.
He had accompanied me on my morning rounds every day for the past 15 years.
You see, I have lived and worked at Mountfitchet Castle for my whole life.
My parents Alan, 83, and…