In Praise of the Great and Glorious Scottish Weather
I thought it was my guide leader who had said:
“There’s no such thing as bad weather; only the WRONG CLOTHES!”
It turns out it was Billy Connolly.
I love the Scottish weather. I love its infinite variety within any given half-hour period. Jackets on/jackets off; inside/outside; shorts/trousers; hoodie on/hoodie off; waterproof on/waterproof off… never a dull moment.
Well, there are plenty of dull moments – but there is also random bluster, random rain, random sun, random horizontal hail, random totally-chucking-it down, random snow, random sleet, random ice-covered-pavements-for-weeks-at-a-time…
But we are spared extreme weather on the whole.
It’s all to do with having the right clothes and remembering to take them with you everywhere you go at all times. Which can make you feel like a bit of a pack horse, especially if no one else can be bothered to carry their own stuff.
For each child for any trip in the summer, I need to take: sandals, trainers, wellies, spare socks, change of clothes, waterproof jacket that is in fact actually waterproof, hoodie, sun-hat, sun glasses, swimming stuff, sun cream, and towel.
In the winter, I trade the sun stuff for a bumfle jacket, hat, gloves and scarf. And if they’d wear them, the balaclavas from Oslo. But they won’t 😦
The trick with the Scottish weather is to carry on regardless. If you have plans to go somewhere and it is raining – go anyway – you’ll still have a great time (as long as you have the right clothes.)
Every time I have been to some sunnier country – I love to get back. I love the moment they open the door of the aeroplane and let that West of Scotland air in – it is always a welcome relief.
It happens to be sunny right now.