I’m obsessed with the fantasy of fixing up a midcentury house – and furious at the people who’ve painted them white

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There is one thing that unites the members of my favourite Facebook group: a shared hatred for white paint.

In the comments, people moan about mid-century homes being visited by “the white fairy”. Some discuss whether it’s possible to undo the horrors previous owners have wrought. One shares the link to a home for sale, noting the “incredible vandalism” of a whitewash renovation. “I got three photos in and had to stop,” one of 80 incensed replies reads.

Too dark, too cold – winter’s charms aren’t as obvious as summer’s brassy joys. But for Robert Macfarlane, Alice Oswald, Poppy Okotcha and others, this is a rich season. Here, they offer ways to lean into it, with an introduction by Jeanette Winterson

Steel-lit days. Charcoal evenings. Dark nights.

Winter is part of the cycle of life. Every season brings us something different. Something to celebrate. And that includes winter.