There is nothing suspicious about this tenebrous day. Indeed, muted by the dull grey skies and the flat white fields, there is an overwhelming lack of novelty. To a degree it is an uninviting day – notwithstanding my persistent and native draw to horse! Clearly some things survive “whatever the weather“. The modest hint of blue in the overhead dome encourages the mensural ambition towards springtime. And this morning during my subterranean cycle I was informed of the imminent departure of our neighbours to Mexico for a month. He reported that the temperature there today is 30°C.