In my part of Devon, it rained every day for the first fifty days of 2026. From torrential, horizontal stinging rain that rattles the windows, to a soft drizzle that gently hangs in the air, and every mood in between. Everywhere is sodden: woodland paths like sticky streams, seafronts awash with stormy seas. The sky is continously grey. I hadn't realised how much I depend on the blue of the sky. We have had only the briefest of glimpses which raised a cheer, and then just as