This morning I went for a walk across the fields to the neighbouring village to buy a newspaper and some eggs (the last of our chickens died last week after just a few lonely weeks on her own)
And I realised that since our dog died in November I have not actually ventured out our back gate across the fields even once and it felt good to be doing something that used to be a daily part of my life.
I realised that I missed being out every morning and seeing the seasons change. I didn't even know that the cowslips were out.
I still get up early, but instead of donning wellies and grabbing the dog's lead, I pick up a kit bag and a swimsuit and head for the gym. I enjoy my swim and Pilates classes but it's not the same as getting that daily dose of fresh air.
I've not even ventured into the garden every day since we lost the chicken and look at all the flowers that have sprung up whilst I wasn't looking.
I think I even miss the cold, wet, muddy walks...
Although that is easy to say when the sun is shining!
I've resolved not to leave it five months before I venture across the fields again!