The thing I love most about living in Europe is the change of seasons and the way nature signals where we are in the yearly cycle around the sun.
This year however, even here in London where the parks and gardens change dramatically, from fragrant, leafy, flower heavy oases to ice coated, skeletal wastelands, there is confusion.
Trees and flowers are perplexed, teased out of their hibernation by a seductively warm December, diluvial rain and Spring like temperatures.
And so, for the first time in our eight winters in London, December and January look and feel more like March and April.
Climate change? What climate change?