“cold and the damp, it was the fog, which the animals hated more than anything else. The mist would come up from the River Dee, mix with the pollution from the Birkenhead shipyards and just settle on the land, not shifting for weeks on end. While food and heating bills were higher, the number of visitors would be little more than a trickle. The animals didn’t like that either. Whatever the detractors might think, they enjoyed their company, particularly the regulars, who would bring them treats. The occasions when we had what Granny called”