An early riser, I yet again found myself in the darkness gazing enviously into town, across to the Bartons, Coronation and Oaklands, all ablaze with electric light. Yet again, the north of the town has been plunged into pre-industrial, electricity-free blankness. Last year it was the snow; last night it was the wind, no doubt. This is something we expect at least once a year as our supply on this ...