Jonathan: Yes February – not April (as TS Eliot would have it) – is the cruelist month.  February teases us with a few settled days of warming sunshine, daffodils fit to burst into flower, and that perennial hope of spring surging in our veins … and then here we are again, buffeted and bruised by wind, the world all a weary grey and if it isn’t raining right now it’s sure to make up for that oversight very soon!