I have to say that despite all the weather reports, I’m rather enjoying the excitement that goes with driving over freezing slush with a spade in the boot and a life support kit on the back seat of the old Saab…
On Saturday, I had to get to St Andrews; yesterday was in quite the other direction, all the way down to Dumfries & Galloway, to a castle somewhere near Moffat.
An impressive Edwardian pile, it looked all brooding and splendidly gloomy…
And it was a late afternoon ceremony so although the sun hadn’t yet gone down, the moon was floating over the far horizon.
I was delighted to see that when I got there, Fernando, the groom, was waiting at the front door.
But I was saddened to learn when we spoke that his parents and sister were stuck in Paris, caught up in the travel chaos.
It reminded me that although the snow may be hard to deal with for those of us who live here, it’s so much worse for people who are half way across the world and who can’t be with the people they love on the most important day of their lives.
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