‘And to me also, who appreciate life, the butterflies, and soap-bubbles, and whatever is like them amongst us, seem most to enjoy happiness.’
– Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
There’s a lot to love about winter.
I like walking in the cold so that my cheeks end up ridiculously rosy; I like hot stews and mulled wine and steaming cups of soup; I love Christmas and the joy and sparkling decorations; I love how the gloomy dark evenings close in and the slow mornings take ages to wake, encouraging early nights and long lie-ins.
And I love how there’s almost no better way to warm up than a soak in a hot, bubbly bath. Almost…