I Love February For...
... the return to the light
I really struggle with February. It's tucked in right at the end of winter and it's usually remorselessly dull and grey without the brightness of Christmas to cheer it up.
When I commuted to work in Bristol, it was the fourth month in a row when I started out in the dark and returned home in the dark.
And then, right at the end of the month, I'd look out of the train carriage window and realise I could still see things when we were coming into Chippenham.
You have no idea how glad I felt at that moment.