I dreamed about a walk DH and I used to do, probably about 10 years ago. We'd get up extra early, make bacon rolls and a flask of tea. Then gather up dogs and blankets, and head off to the river for a breakfast picnic. It was about 3 miles, over fields, stiles, jumping drainage ditches. We used to go a few times every summer.
Made me so sad. Having trouble getting out of the hole now. To the point where being mindful and concentrating on what I can do, can just piss off.
So I'm going to have a latte, and a piece of carrot cake. Contrary to popular belief, I think eating your feelings has a lot to recommend it.
Sorry to moan.