I wrote to my friend David today how I think the climate affects a nation’s mood. He is in the English Midlands where the weather is grey, wet and gloomy. I am in Emilia Romagna where today there was glorious winter sunshine – clear skies and air that felt good to breathe, I had a spring in my step and felt a nice effortless flow to the day.I thought of some lines from the poem ‘Peace is Milk’ by Adrian Mitchell:
The world is falling to pieces
But some of the pieces taste good.
