I never realised how much the fall of light can affect how you see the physical environment until you really look. Yesterday afternoon, walking a path I have followed regularly, I was struck by the play of light and shadow on the trees I usually never give a second glance to. All that was needed was a picnicing family to make it a perfect rustic scene.

This morning a fercocious lightning filled storm thundered into my sleep but I got up to run anyway and, like an anticlimax in a love affair, that was it – the last day in January and janathon sadly over. However I felt a celebration of some sort was in order.

A firm baramundi fillet marinated in chilli, lime and coconut cream, wrapped in foil and baked for 20 minutes, resulted in a dish worthy of any celebration. The white flesh broke up into succulent pieces swollen with flavour, and with a glass of dry white accompanying the dish, I said ‘well done you – janathon completed’.