Lately I’ve been stealing time before work to take the dogs up to the fields for a run around. Them, not me. It’s about all I can manage, being awake and walking. Running would be asking too much. The grass is long enough to lose a dog and takes a bit of effort to lift your feet through. There’s a network of fields just behind the estate I live in and the farmer leaves the gates open – which is enough of an invitation for me. Once or twice a week, I get lucky with the weather, catching a fleeting glimpse of a lovely sunrise or crispy frost and often at this time of year, there’s a lovely mysterious mist sitting low in the corners of the fields. I’m glad of the extra hour this weekend’s clock-change will give me – I’ll get another couple of weeks before it’s too dark for the morning walk.