Bright sun, sharp wind, a storm looming
The weather is equivocating, as the rainbow against the dark clouds suggests, and I trundled out under the ambiguous sky. My walk was shortened by the wind and the hail but all the sweeter for that.
The highlands of Scotland loom large in the imaginations of writers and members of the diaspora. For those who are curious, here is a perspective on life on the edge of the North from an American from the heartlands.