Here in North Cornwall we are having miserable drizzly weather, but it's been streaming up from the mid-Atlantic, right from the west coast of Africa. It's moisture-laden by the time it reaches us, but it's incredibly warm. We had a high of 16+C today, 62F, and we've had three days now with that kind of high. I've just checked the midnight temperature and it's 16C (ok, 15.9 to be precise). The average would be 9C by day and around 3C by night. I'm finding it a bit hard to check, but these day/night temperatures in January must be close to all-time records. I've kept a weather diary for just about all my life, and in summer I always note any midnight temperature that reaches 16C or higher. It might happen on maybe twelve or fifteen nights in a typical summer. But here we are getting it on 8 January.

Off topic, I've just reminded meself that, way back in the early nineties, in the very first pub session I ever played in, we played the American tune Eighth Of January. It's a bit late now and I don't want to wake Mrs Steve up, so I think I'll noodle that tune again in the morning. Haven't tried to play it for at least 25 years but I reckon I can remember It!