Going back

Though it happens every year I can never get over how quickly it gets dark in the evening on the day after we put the clocks back in late October. I walked through the village today and it was practically dark when I got back at about a quarter to five. I remember as a small boy in 1968 when the Wilson government decided to retain British Summer time for the next three years. Apparently evening casualties fell considerably during this experimental period - though new drink-driving legislation may have had a significant impact - but morning casualties increased and so the new government switched back to the clock adjustments twice a year and we've made them ever since. I can remember it being incredibly dark to my young eyes in those freezing mornings when my Mum helped to dress me in front of an old three-bar electric fire. Now my older eyes find it incredibly dark in the evenings. Perhaps this is what 'time passes' really means?