I’m beginning to miss the sun. Cycling back from work this evening, the sky was clear (and the evening, as a result, cold) and the moon was about two-thirds of full. It was sufficient to cast a shadow and light up the pot holes that I now have to negotiate thanks to the effects of the receding snow. But it did remind me of the sun, casting shadows and bringing with it the heat I crave. The clocks change in March – the last Sunday – and that is now only two months away. Then the next thing to look forward to is the longest day, then the heat of a continental summer…. I am beginning to dream….