Unfortunately, he doesn't drive, is already spooked by slates falling from his roof, so is unlikely to go for any cliff top walks. He lives in a quiet part of UK where people don't tend to have pet tigers. He lives alone and is too skint to eat out. And, believe it or not, at seventy he's not on any meds. He hasn't seen a doctor in twenty years. His GP died ten years ago and he didn't even know it. Nice work though.

Any more ideas?