Fen-itis

There is a well-known condition that afflicts many fen folk in the winter. It is known as fen-itis, and, I imagine, pre-dates SAD (seasonal affective disorder) by several centuries. The cure is called Spring, but you have to wait a while for that.
So, the nights draw in, it's dark by four o'clock on overcast days, which the days mostly are at this time of year, and all the fun outdoor activities are put away in the shed.
Clare is desperate for us to try out the new Robinson trap. I am tempted, mainly because we might catch an interesting moth called, appropriately, December Moth, but it's a matter of waiting for a night with no wind, no rain and no frost. All the same, I am quite keen to see this little beastie (picture above), not only because it's pretty, but because it has a sexy scientific name: Poecilocampa populi.
But you gotta have the right night...
Damn, it's bad cess is fen-itis. Time to open a bottle of the discounted Rioja, pour a glass and go online to see if there are any nice tractors on Google Images.