"It's cold. I'm cold."
"You'll warm up when we get going. And when it's more sheltered. It's that North East wind the weather forecast mentioned."
"Brrr. Should've brought gloves."
We head down the lane. Weak sunshine and patches of blue sky make it looker warmer than it feels, but in the distance the sky is darker. We wonder whether it will rain.
At the bottom of the lane the dogs turn, confidently, onto the path through the farmyard.