Where did January go? Although the month at times left me feeling I was treading water (in creative terms), January does seem to have passed quickly. Spring is within touching distance…

Where did January go? Although the month at times left me feeling I was treading water (in creative terms), January does seem to have passed quickly. Spring is within touching distance…
The smell and taste of cockles at the seaside always takes me to a certain place in a calendar. Calendars are for guidance; experience creates our own. January, was that not the time we discovered schadenfreude?