IT IS OCTOBER and the war that began in spring is still burning fiercely in autumn. President Putin’s dreams of conquering Kyiv in three days have turned to dust, as have the bodies of tens of thousands of innocent Ukrainians murdered by the armies he has unleashed on his peaceful neighbour.
For us in Britain, and the West in general, the march from autumn to winter brings with it the cold consequences of neighbouring a resource-rich hostile country at war with a friend. Each nation
