Always light after the dark. Three weeks ago I gave up believing it was July into August. We just whispered condolences every day at 6 am and hoped for the best. Accepting it was going to be another March or November day parading as a summer day in sheep's clothing. But there looks to be a chink on the horizon. Dry weather and temps back to normal 22-24 degrees for this time of year in the Netherlands. I dare not ask how long this will last - a renewed dry spell. Sweaters at the ready, the house heating has still not been cracked on since early May. Those moments when I look at her and she looks at me, and we wipe the very idea of reaching for that switch. The poor solar garden lights don't know what is going on. There's been rumour of a garden revolution and the whole household been overthrown by a bunch of LED solar bulbs if things don't pick up soon. Last week the garden lights went on strike for two whole days in protest about there being no sustained sunshine for ...