Oh how I remember as a nipper, the damp foggy evenings, trudging along the route of my paper round. I always associate this time of year with damp clingy weather that seemed to permeate every bone. There would have been far more coal fires in houses then – we didn’t have central heating until I was reaching my teens. I do remember the house being freezing cold once we went out of the kitchen – that was the only one we heated and with Mum cooking, the steam and condensation made it feel a tiny bit warmer! Not a thought was given to saving the planet then – just saving Mum’s fuel money every time we lit a fire or put the electric 3 bar fire on. Today we can generate our own power – sell some back to the national grid. We can do our own little bit to lighten the load . Hurrah!