February in West Sussex is a bleak little month, and nobody pretends otherwise. The trees are still bare. The sky sits about three feet above your head. The pavements are wet in a way that seeps into your socks regardless of what you’ve spent on boots. It’s the month where you realise the novelty of the London winter wore off approximately six weeks ago and you’ve still got a solid chunk of it to go. So I did what any reasonable person does when the weather is unrelenting, th