48 HOURS
A cocoon of perpetual darkness may be body-clock natural during hibernation season here in Blighty - but warming the cockles under a blast can top up your energy levels in a way no hearth can. So, the girl kid and I leave the winter of our discontent for a Canary Island, because those sultry jewels have a microclimate of 24°C, and are only a short flight away for two heat-seeking missiles in need of serotonin.