On 2 February, so exactly six weeks ago, eyes turned to Punxsutawney, a small Pennsylvanian town of fewer than 6,000 residents (human), where a groundhog called Phil was about to decree when spring would likely start. That we still, more than a century on from his first outing, turn to a rodent for meteorological insight should indicate how unpredictable the weather can be at this time of the year. This year, Phil foresaw an early spring (could have fooled us), but given that his furthest possible annual prognosis is for another six weeks of cold weather, from this point on, you’re on your own.
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