A spring in my step

Living with the sea

Whether February’s the last month of winter or the first month of spring is a debatable point, but as the first snowdrops and crocus appear and the days lengthen I definitely feel a spring in my step.

In the winter solstice darks, the sun doesn’t get above the south-eastern hills until after nine o’clock, slips along the southern skyline and sinks to the south-west before three.

Now, in February,