How are those New Year’s resolutions going?

Did they survive January? If so, well done, you.

12 January is the day most people are likely to give up on their good intentions, according to research conducted by Strava, the social network for athletes.

If you have given up – or perhaps even forgotten them altogether – don’t worry.

January is the very worst month surely to put yourself through such stuff.

February was wet. March was chuffing cold.

Winter is a time to follow nature’s course: hibernate, hunker down, take up the latest Scandi lifestyle choice, binge on boxsets, take on some of those long Russian novels circa before the internet.

Isn’t spring the best time to make resolutions? Isn’t spring the time when life starts all over again?

The Trees
By Philip Larkin

The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.

Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too,
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.

Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.