By courtesy of this exceptionally mild late winter, red admirals are floating by the cottage window.
Mexican orange blossoms are flowering for the second time. And soon we will have scarlet nasturtium flowers to decorate the festive salad bowl.
Winter sun streams through windows – but womenfolk turn up the heating anyway and, inexorably, their menfolk move forward to turn it down.
And yet I have also turned down an invitation to a tropical paradise issued by my best man, Bongo, who is Africa-based.
