I think winter is more-or-less here now, as I was almost lifted off my feet by the wind on the way into work this morning I had the huge desire to get onto the SWCP and get battered by the wind. It’d be ace.
I’m not sure quite what i find so comforting about standing on a deserted beach in fairly crap weather when all the other sensible people are inside, or at the pub, but it is one of my favourite things to do in the world.