Luckily for me I have plenty of logs to put on the fire so last night I was indulgent enough to be carelessly dressed and shoeless but exceedingly cozy in front of my wood-burner stove. It was just as well because out in my back yard here in Lewes in Southern England there is still a covering of snow, and the temperature has dropped, according to my garden thermometer to -7 Celsius or 19 Fahrenheit.
At last it feels like an old-fashioned winter even though Spring is waiting impatiently to knock on my door.
