Katy Staples crunched through the fallen leaves in Monk’s Wood on her early morning two-hour constitutional with her two rescued Alsatians Zeus and Apollo. Though they were actually brothers, rather than father and son, she had chosen the names because of her love of Greek mythology, and they both seemed to respond when called, so the names stuck.
The early morning sun had just started to filter through the mostly-bare branches of the trees which surrounded this area of the wood and brought with it a warmth which was worthy of a summer’s day.
Katy loved this time of day. Even as a child she had always felt inspired by witnessing the morning sunrise, even in the middle of winter, and she felt then, as now, that if she managed to see the sun come up, then the day would be filled with endle
