EDITORIAL
Hello, and welcome to this, the new issue of BSH – the first one, perhaps, of the winter of ’22/23. I say ‘perhaps’ because, what with the way we’ve bolloxed the climate, no one quite knows, these days, where autumn ends and winter begins. The seasons’re so confusing nowadays – autumn used to be September and October, but now is just October; winter was November to the end of February, but now seems to be December ‘til mid-March; spring appears to be from mid-March to June; and summer’s now June ‘til October. As I write this in mid-October, the nights, and early mornings, are getting fresher (as in ‘feckin’ nippy’), the leaves on the trees in Thetford Forest just up the road from the BSH Editorial Hovel’re turning the most…