When the going is good, it is easy to forget that some parts of the world are not renowned for having great weather.

Looking outside today, a person could be forgiven for thinking that we’ve gone back to February in London. The grey sky, dampness and chilliness are evocative of a dark and possibly industrial atmosphere.

The fact that the elements are not providing stimuli for seeing bright colours and singing happy tunes shouldn’t restrict the potential that each of us has for imagining beautiful things.

I was struck by the relative lack of imaginative flair in the creative output of artisans in locations I have visited in recent times that could be described by some as idyllic.

Is it possible that nature has already provided the beauty for people in those settings, so they don’t feel the inclination to dream of anything to enhance their locations?