It’s extremely rare for me to have a bad night, as far as dreams are concerned, but last night was one of them.
It’s horrible when you wake and, in those initial moments before you’re alert properly, it really does feel as if it’s really happened.
Then you get your thoughts together and you realise, thankfully, that it was just a nightmare.
As I went to the toilet, I looked through the door across the landing and beyond to the valley.
The sun was just rising above the eastern ridge and the darkness was being pushed back.
It was a pleasant reminder that the night doesn’t last forever and the day is never far away.