You don't have to be outdoors to appreciate nature's rhythms

After mine and Mum's dogs met with a whippet in the woods, got the 'zoomies' and crashed into my left leg painfully, throwing me up into the air in cartwheeling, comedy fashion, I hobbled around on it for two days.

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The dogs (otherwise well-trained) were very sorry.

Having just moved house, albeit within the village, and with autumn and winter to enjoy outdoors, not to mention unpacking, decorating and driving my daughter into town for work, volunteering and back, and settling our old horse in her new yard, I could do without an increasingly troublesome leg.

Eventually, I took my husband's advice (he's a paramedic after all) and rang 111. Hobbling back from the x-ray unit later, I was met halfway with a stern-faced nurse and a wheelchair. It turns out that, just because you have too much to do and people reliant on you, you can't refuse to have a broken leg.