I think I'm having a bit of a midlife crisis. I wrote a recent column while sitting sun-slaked by the Aegean during a wonderful holiday. This had followed close on the heels of a climbing trip to France. I was rested and refreshed, but it didn't take long for the mellowness induced by a simple life in the warmth to evaporate. Once back in the UK, I found a rammed diary, ghastly weather and a list of obligations that seemed to stretch endlessly over the horizon like a prairie highway. And after the lightness of a fairly
