S.A.D.

I appreciate I’m being flippant about a real condition, but I sometimes do wonder whether seasonal affective disorder might be bringing me down on grey days like today. It was grey but in all other respects it was a reasonable day for riding and I had a reasonable ride, but for no discernible reason I just felt ‘down’.

The seasons are all wrong these days – it’s currently stupidly mild for February – but at least it does mean there are positive signs about that we’re coming out of winter. There are buds on some plants already. The snowdrops are looking good and there are a few daffodils to be seen even though it’s too early for them. The birds I’ve noticed lately, over and above the ‘regulars’, are all reasons to be cheerful too – Bullfinches, Blackcaps, Red Kites moving in ever closer … and I’m hearing owls at night which is normally something reserved for summer. I can think of plenty of reasons to be cheerful. The gulf between intellect and emotion, however …