Something bizarre is happening in this neck of the woods, something we haven’t seen since 1865. This strange phenomenon is called unrelenting sunshine. We had a preview yesterday. I celebrated by working in my own garden (I’ll just do an hour, what tea time already?). Today was more of the same. The autumn sun was tepid at best, not armed with potential of a Costa del Devon tan, but was absolutely perfect working weather. I was very happy about this as working (and obviously extremely hard) is exactly what I was doing. The gentle warmth filled me with energy and enthusiasm, desperate to appreciate every clement day until the el Nino winter hits. However it is only Monday, to be cruelly realistic by Wednesday morning I may well be back to my usual slugdom.