This morning, we woke up to the seasonal time change. It was almost eight, but now only seven, in ‘new time’. I have posted previously about how much I detest this messing around with time. Of course, those early mornings will be a little lighter, but it will now be dark not long after four-thirty, and the evenings will seem interminably long.
I no longer like driving in the dark, as there is little or no road lighting in Norfolk. So any trips will have to start earlier, to make sure I get home before it is pitch black. Other than making the early morning school run lighter for parents and children, I really cannot see the point of continuing this archaic process. I doubt the farmers get anymore done in just one hour, especially when you consider that they lose that light at the end of the day anyway.
And animals don’t have watches. They know how to cope with the changing seasons without having to fiddle with the concept of time. Ollie is not fooled by it, and adjusts almost immediately to the slight change in his routine. Although when it gets to midday later, and he thinks it will soon be time for his afternoon walk, he will be a little confused as to why I am not getting ready.
It is high time (pun intended) we just scrapped this silly old tradition. Nobody wants it, and if time has any real value, it shouldn’t be messed with.