MEDICAL EQUIPMENT

After a stiff climb we eventually reached Doc Martin's Surgery. It wasn't hard to spot: it was chained off and surrounded by signs saying 'Private Residence: Keep Out' etc.

Having invested so much emotional effort into coming here, however, Wilson was not to be denied at the last moment, so he ducked under the chain barrier and peered in through the downstairs windows, tapping on the glass and calling, 'Ms Caroline? Are you there? It's me, Wilson!' 

It seemed that his prospective fiancée, Ms Katz, was not at home, so he just posed for a photo with his medical accoutrements outside the Surgery door.

As we left Wilson confided that he was 'well gutted' not to have met Ms Caroline, but relieved that at least the dog, Buddy, hadn't been in attendance. 

'Dogs just don't seem to like me,' he added, 'and I don't know why...'

I'm hoping that an ice cream will cheer him up; it usually does!