Hello,

And Happy New Year. Oh hell. It’s a bit late for that, isn’t it? Time was, I’d get these letters out at the start of the month. And now look. It’s the 26th day already. Anyway, happy late January. The truth is that later January is probably better than early. The days are getting longer. Only a very few pine needles remain on the floor. Snowdrops are pushing through the soil. Maybe if Keats had lived longer he’d have written an Ode to Slightly Less Shitty Winter…