After yesterday I had hoped for better today but worse.
All I can say is better dreich than keich.
At least there is a bright side to the rain!
That wetness in the air is the life sustaining water that makes our land so beautiful, and keeps us secure from the water wars threatening to engulf much of the world, and grows the food and the grass. It is, indeed, a glorious dreichness. Celebrate, Calum, adjust your attitude, enjoy the wonderful wet on the face and let the sun shine in your mind. Here endeth the lesson of one who has conquered his gloom, mostly, by realising the key is the attitude inside not the circumstances outside. (Oh, and buy that full spectrum daylight bulb I recommended yesterday).
why not move to Doha?the weather is beautiful :)Al Udeid, QT (Airport)Updated: 25 min 8 sec agoClear 111 °FClearHumidity: 7%Dew Point: 34 °FWind: 28 mph from the NorthWind Gust: 32 mph
That sounds like Hell to me JD. Give me a wet day on Arran with the soft Scottish rain falling from clouds scudding between the hills. Much better! Sunshine and showers is my ideal though.
Scots are more steadfast than their climate, JD.
Sorry to disagree for once, JD, but I'd much rather have typical Scottish weather than Doha's.MTG Our climate is changeable but we are not. We're bastards all of the time!Andrew, I'm with you .... unless the midges are out.
Nothing gladdens a Scottish heart more than a miserable day and plenty to be grumpy about
Andrew!!! Your heart .... not mine!
Oh come on Calum. Call yersel' a Scotsman man? Cheer up and enjoy all that glummy gloom has to offer. Remember William Soutar?"Wha hasna thol'd his thorter'd hours, And kent, whan they were by, The tenderness o' life that fleurs, Rock-fast in misery?" For more details go here:http://lifesscience.blogspot.com/2009/10/nae-day-sae-dark.html
It's a calm blue sky and sunny evening here tonight. The birds are singing, the sheep and lambs are meh-ing and baa-ing gently over in the field and the soft rustle of the leaves on my tree is the only other sound. My belly is full and I have a nice cup of tea, half finished, by my side. Not a thing to complain about. Yes, it's bloody awful! Where's the rain, the wind, the cold, the misery?