Hope springs eternal in the human heart. I know this, because I'm forever hoping for spring to come and release me from the wet, gloomy prison that is a Victoria, British Columbia winter. Granted, we may in the main be relieved from shovel duty to keep driveways clear, but it's like living inside a damp Weetabix. Still, the cherry blossoms are out now, and soon I'll be able to take my 54mm figures out in the back yard for some H.G. Wells style garden amusement - see you all next month!