I always find February an iffy month. Its struggling to find an identity, neither winter or spring so it was with delight and excitement that I accepted an unexpected trip to Rabat in Morocco. I just loved the profusion of colour from the orange tree lined streets . It just made me smile and I got so addicted to the pungent freshly pickled mandarins that tasted well like mandarins and not like the horrible watery ones you get in London.