I've been rising early every day for a run. To awaken my mind and body, both of which have become quite slovenly of late. This is the view that greets me once I finished running up a long hill (Brunswick's version of Heartbreak Hill) and it is so satisfying to see the open November sky, filled with stunning clouds and morning light. Clusters of sheep mosy around damp fields, their wool greyed and spotted with clumps of mud. The air is fresh, the scene is natural.