GM Stockholm, Sweden February 12th, 2013, 11.00am The sun was bright but low, shining on cold snow. Stockholm did not enjoy much light at this time of year, but when it did, it had a certain beauty. The Venice of the north, with its buildings unblighted by the Blitz, the snow deep and white and its rivers still flowing, was in full swing. And so was Lord Robert Harrow. He stamped his feet as he paid his taxi fare and, with his rather elderly aide by his side, stomped into way in