March 12th, 2008
Did I imply yesterday that I love the Scottish sky? Fickle lover. Today at lunchtime I stepped across the road to Ratho Stationâ€™s small grocery store. With brightly sunlit skies, I thought nothing of heading out without coat, hat or scarf. Five minutes later, I stepped out into a light drizzle. Five paces later, freezing, needle-sharp daggers of hail were cutting into my skin. I returned to the office frostbitten and waterlogged. Five minutes later, the sun is shining, with nary a cloud in sight.
Go ahead Scotland, have your laugh. But this isnâ€™t over. Oh no. Not by a long shot.