At night, Fate likes to sleep downstairs, by the door, so she can keep an eye on the sheep and the pasture. My dog Rose used to do this. When the sun rises, she comes upstairs and hops onto the bed and sits quietly in the hope we will get up and to out to work.

Maria and I are both early risers, so very often, we do get up when Fate comes, she is a kind of alarm clock.

When the sun bursts through the window, and  silhouettes this very special dog, it’s usually time for us to get up.