Saturday, December 24, 2016
I'd forgotten just how bleakly unrelenting cold rain can be until we encountered a particularly harsh example of a pelting storm on our last evening in Edinburgh, walking home from the city centre to our apartment. The walk only lasted some twenty-five minutes but it felt a lot, lot longer. Once the wet gets in your shoes you're really in Lear on the blasted heath territory, or at least I was. I'm obviously getting soft. I certainly won't regret leaving this climate a long way behind.