I live in a city that is drenched in history. I’m constantly reminded of its layers, from Roman remains to a 1930s cinema converted into a theatre-cum-library-cum-cinema. When I take my dog Cassie for her daily walks, we stroll along an 18th-century canal with the English Civil War-era city walls forming a picturesque backdrop.
The past haunts us, and Cassie herself is profoundly historical. A Bedlington-Whippet cross who joined my family in June 2021, aged eight weeks, she has grey fur, soulful eyes, and a scruffy beard and eyebrows. She exudes affection, curiosity and joie de vivre. Everyone – canine or human – is a potential friend to her (squirrels and cats, however, are definitely not in the friend zone). She is a joy to have around during this period…