It’s late, It’s dark, It’s wet and I ought to be in bed but as usual I cannot sleep. I don’t usually go to bed very early but I find January so depressing that just watching’The Travel Channel’ gives me a boost!

Although January is supposed to be the most depressing month in the year what with dark evenings, drizzle, high levels of debt, relationship breakdown and TV programmes showing what we watched in the 1950s (how depressing can that be!), It does presage February. By this time the bank has been sorted (hopefully), your spouse is talking to you again and it could be snowing soon. I don’t know why but white fields and lanes look good, at least for a short time. Of course, if your lane or road hasn’t been gritted then it’s a different matter. Still things are usually on the up.

I know that if I’ve managed to set off to County Hall in good time I can stop at Caister Roman Fort and have a stroll along the ancient walls. The view across the valley can be magical and some of the different meander patterns give a lift to the spirit.

However, time for bed.