Fast forward to 1963 (a notoriously bad winter). We were living in Edinburgh then and I recall my mother worried at the non-arrival of my father from a business trip to London (before the days of mobile phones and instant communication). He was stranded overnight on a train stuck in the Border hills, with an engine sent to rescue it also trapped. He arrived home 12 hours late. In the 1960's I was very proud of my fur hood - the fashion sstatement of the times, with echoes of the Dr. Zhvago film.
You soon learn in Britain to set out to enjoy yourselves whatever our weather might throw at you!
|No, this is not the Greek Islands, but Scotland - looking across from the Isle of Iona to the Isle of Mull - |
just to prove we do get good weather here sometimes!