If I could be given a drug to enable me to hibernate from Bonfire Night until the daffodills are out partying, I'll be first in line.
Normally I would just request to edit out the somewhat useless and deeply depressing November and January and edit winter down to the end of October, December (Christmas) and February for the sense that spring is coming. This year, the whole bloody lot can go in the bin. Including the big birthday which tantilisingly would have fallen conveniently on a weekend if it's actually legal to have any practical fun... let's just say that I present I have no plans!
I like a good dump of proper snow or sharp, bright frosty days, but the reality is relentless mud, grey and rain and days that barely get light and it's so draining.
I intend to sign up to RED January yet again. It is healthy to force myself to exercise in whatever the elements are chucking about and it feels a productive way to start the year.
It really doesn't help that the sun pretty much pissed off from July 2019 to mid-March 2020. Bonfire night was washed/ flooded out last year and many parks under at least a metre of water by then. I felt drained long before getting to this year.
I have invested in good wellies and a homungous, giant cosy coat. They are my silver linings and at least I won't have a permanently soggy thighs and bum this year!