Flo the barn cat appears and re-appears in the house now at will. We rarely see her slip in, it must be when we open the door and are not looking down. Today was cold and windy, and when we came into the house after an afternoon walk, she was curled up in Fate’s bed – cats are nothing if not entitled – finding the one bit of sun coming in through the window. It was a lovely and still image, a reverie.

On nice days, Flo prefers to be outside the house, sunning herself, in the night she loves to hunt in the meadow. Sometimes, she just wants to be still.