Following a barely perceptible improvement in the weather, Summer 2021 came and went. A handful of well-deserved festivals, a park run, and an al fresco dinner or (if you were lucky) two. Not much – but certainly an upgrade from the frost of late 2020 – a year which took the record for hosting the bleakest British winter of the last half-century.
Despite our brief respite, summer has now ritualistically packed up its things and left. The air has assumed a chilly sharpness, the leaves are browning, and the sky has turned to a familiar shade of icy blue. Scarves are unearthed, parkas purchased, and we prepare ourselves for cosy, fire-lit pub trips, mulled-wine, and sub-zero office commutes.
More than any other season, winter has the most beautiful and miserable connotations. One of the less positive of these is the "winter blues." Every year thousands of Brits find themselves acquainted with the dark fog of seasonal affective disorder ('SAD') – an affliction that usually begins to affect us in our 20s and 30s.