In the spirit of taking my motoring backwards, I found myself in a field. But, this time, I meant to be in a field. And I hadn't come in through the gate backwards; I'd come in the conventional way.
And I'd got there in something four-wheel-drive and with proper tyres. And now I was about to fiddle with the differential. What a way to spend a morning. Brilliant.
Back to the backwards bit: I'm in a Land Rover 110. And it's raining. Raining like it's going out of fashion. And the bottom of the tyres have now disappeared beneath the surface of the field. No matter.