Unbelievably this is our last day here. We still hadn't heard anything from Lorraine, so we gave her another call this morning only to get her voicemail again.

We decided that we would head out to where Lorraine lives anyway, just to see where Monty came from, and perhaps meet Lorraine that way.

So armed with an address we set off to Enniscorthy. Enniscorthy is a really nice town, like most in Ireland. The one thing that strikes me is that towns in Ireland, this part at least, have not turned into homogenous blobs like in the UK; each one has it's own character and range of shops. I hope they stay that way.

We grabbed some lunch and ate al fresco again - on some benches in the town square. Once again you could see the looks as we walked around with three dogs, two of which were greyhounds. And again the only person that dared come close was a small child. This time though, despite assurances to mum, she wasn't allowed to touch them.

After lunch I decided to become super sleuth, and see if we could track down Lorraine (writing this after the event, it does sound like I'm some kind of stalker!!). So, how do do this - the Post Office seemed a good start. The man in the Post Office was very helpful, and pointed me in the right direction. At this point I got the jist that part of the address was an area of Enniscorthy (I was wrong). So off we went, and soon left the confines of the town; not good. At this point I needed some go juice for the car, so pulled into a "retail park" and filled the car (68p/liter v. 90p in the UK - are we getting ripped off or what?). Opposite the garage was a vets - they must know where a doggy rescue person lives. No, they don't. But they did tell me that what I thought was an area of Enniscorthy is in fact a town a few miles up the road. So off up the road we went.

When we got there I decided that the best place would be the post office again, and once again, they were very helpful, and gave me directions. The lady there asked me if this was the Lorraine that recently got married. Of course I hadn't a clue, but may explain why there's been no replies if she's on honeymoon. Gill's theory is that she's lying dead in her house and the body hasn't been discovered yet. Gill's a bit like that. One of her favourite phrases is "There's bin a mudda!!" - she likes Taggart.

So, having got this far we decided to follow the directions and see what happened. As we drove on out into the countryside, we passed a very nice house that matched the address we had, but not the directions. A little further we found another house that matched the directions. Thing was, no-one appeared to be in at either. Anyway, assuming we were in the right place at least we now know where Monty spent his first week of freedom; and it's a very nice place.

So we didn't meet Lorraine after all, which from our side was a great shame. We would have loved to have thanked her personally for what she did for Monty, and given her the chance to see him again. Anyway, Lorraine, if you did get married recently, congratulations; or if you're lying in a pool of blood (dried and a tad smelly by now I would think), sorry. Maybe next time.