Today I ate breakfast that fed the eyes as well as the stomach and looked like a work of art on the plate. Slices of fresh pineapple, chunks of watermelon and honeydew, slithers of fresh mango and red grapes. All served with wildberry yoghurt in a stunning stemmed glass. I sprinkled on some chia seeds and sesame seeds. I thoroughly enjoyed eating it all and was 'tummy satisfied'. Here's the rub, I wasn't mind satisfied. I do not have a sweet tooth, if you did you would have been in seventh heaven, but I do not. I found myself craving a doorstep of toast with butter, yet I was not hungry in the slightest. I resisted fortunately, and took the confused dog for the second walk of the day. Stood on the brow of an uphill track, I stopped and looked at the miles of country around me. Surrounded by these fields and gentle slopes of Lincolnshire, I felt the satisfaction that breakfast had not given me. I turned around and headed home with a light heart and smile on my face.