My black dog Pip, now three and a half years old, fears not cold, snow or rain. For him it is all an adventure.
We don’t know how to behave in the woods.
Perhaps even the natural cycles we have abused to such a great degree have an innate strength and will to survive not only human depredations but the disorders of our disordered climate.
Galloping across a dusty plain may be the best possible preparation for dealing with the complexities of negotiating a woman’s life in the twenty-first century.