As a person who is a total Winter-phobe at the best of times, I find myself spending a lot of January and February Summer dreaming. Once Christmas is done and a distant memory (even through it’s not even been a week since we went back to work and school) I find that my mind turns to brighter and warmer days, that my heart is no longer trying to keep warm as I work on the sofa, but is, instead, lying on a beach somewhere, dreaming of a meal of fresh shrimps and a Mojito. I’m guessing I’m not the only one guilty of doing this. Destination2.co.uk have been asking people…