Britain…where even walking can become, ‘eccentric.’
(This thanks to the recent exceptionally stormy weather, follow link for more.)
At last! After far too many weeks, hot days and muggy and oppressive nights, it’s raining. I got soaked tonight sitting under a too small umbrella, having a just big enough conversation with a friend. I didn’t care….the rain felt wonderful.
Helping my son and his good friend organise their Scottish adventure, it’s obvious that this is true. Whether it be British Rail, rain (and they are remarkably similar) or making connections that won’t connect - they don’t care, they’re just happy to be doing it together.
As Algy and this puffin have discovered (click here to meet Algy), sometimes there’s nothing for it - when it’s wet, you may as well get wetter.
Yesterday in Southern Skye it was not a day to venture out, with squally showers, aggressive wind and sleet to contend with. What a difference a day can make…
I loved the quote as soon as I saw this posted on Facebook…’oh, the joys of living in Scotland.’ The funny thing is, I actually miss this.
Loch Coruisk, Isle of Skye - where the mountains rise up to meet the clouds, time hangs on a sigh, and the sea is alight with rainbow fire.
(For photo credit, click on source link below.)
The weekend begins with rain. I heard it on the roof this morning and it compelled me to stay in bed just a bit longer. Later I’ll go out for a walk and the smells of the rainforest will be heady, filling me with their damp green scent. This will be a day to make soup, to write if I am disciplined or to read by the fire if not, for cups of strong tea in ceramic mugs and for cookies warm from the oven. What’s not to love about a rainy day?
(Apologies for lack of photo credit but none was available.)