… that I have been in Scotland for too long – and particularly the western side of it – I have started celebrating the idea of ‘slightly warmer rain’.
We had a ride down to the local wetland centre on Tuesday on a day that I can only describe (indeed, I frequently did, to nobody’s amusement) as ‘nice weather for ducks’.* As we made our way damply along the river’s banks, stopping frequently to admire the complete and utter lack of views, with our socks squelching gently in our shoes, I was surprised to note that we were all actually having a really nice time. It was wet, we agreed, and that wasn’t great, but at least it was quite warm rain. I don’t know if the weather equivalent of Stockholm Syndrome is officially known as ‘Glasgow Syndrome’ but I think it should be from now on.
Anyway, we went back on Thursday on a sunny day, and I can confirm that it was much nicer when your feet are dry.
Anyone saying ‘no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothing‘ can get in the sea.
* I asked the wildlife people and they confirmed that ducks do like the rain, but geese are indifferent to it.