Although certain Premiership footballers have been wearing gloves for months, yesterday was the first cold day of winter up here. With a fierce wind.
And a low winter sun, flooding my head with light. I rearranged my walk to avoid King Charles Wood and so got a full two hours of it - better than a light-box, or a tanning salon, plus you don't go orange...
There's another one today, get out for a few minutes and put two fingers up to SAD...me, I'm off to London to get drunk, which should achieve much the same.
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