It was a struggle to get up this morning.

It was a struggle to clamber around the field with my clothes on top of my pyjamas.

It was a struggle to plodge in mud and brambles.

I missed the sunrise over the horizon, but I watched the next bit from behind the tree.

I love the energy the sun gives. I can understand the early sun worshippers (the aztec sort not the Benidorm sort)

Hope to manage the horizon bit tomorrow. It is so uplifting. Always worth the struggle.