She is British. She lived her entire life in England before I brought her over in July. So it makes sense that Vera would be accustomed to weather like we had last night.
Upon leaving work, I encountered the densest fog I can recall having seen in New York. I literally could not see from one corner to the next, a distance of about 150 metres. Yet, I didn't feel I had to make much of an effort to get home: She seemed to be able to find the way. All I had to do was pedal, and that wasn't so hard.