“Blow, blow, thou winter wind …” and it didn’t half blow! Charging straight down the high street, the north wind’s famously sharp teeth mauled and chewed me as I walked into town. Staggering round a corner, I suddenly found myself sheltered from the bitter blow. A tall, ivy-covered wall blocked the rampaging gusts. It felt about 15 degrees warmer than out on the road, and seeing the public bench standing conveniently at the foot of the wall, I gratefully accepted its offer and sat down to get my breath and bearings back.