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The door moment January has a very specific sound. The rain tapping the kitchen window, the lead jingling, your dog doing that hopeful little stare that says, We are going out, obviously. And you, in socks, thinking, 'Do we really have to?' To be honest, this is where most winter walks are won or lost. Not on the muddy path. Not in the sideways drizzle. It is right there by the door, when everything feels like a faff and the sofa looks like a life choice. So I try to make the

You know that moment on a walk when your dog finally “goes”, you pick it up, knot the bag neatly, and then you are stuck. One hand has the lead and the other has a warm little parcel swinging by your side. Then of course you bump into someone you know. You stand there chatting away with a full, smelly poo bag dangling between you. There’s nothing worse. The walk that started it all Our family walks in West Wales are usually lovely. Green lanes, sea breeze, sheep watching us f