It’s warm. Don’t get me wrong, it’s no that warm, but it’s still warner than it should be for the middle of December. There is a chill wind as always but the general temperature at a guess is around ten, which is mental. Have we had our winter when we got that first snow and ice-blasting storm a few weeks ago? Was that it? Jim Crumley reckons we’ll only have three seasons very soon, as winter as we remember it will all but disappear, to be replaced by pockets of storms like the one we just had. This will be a reminder of former winters. I don’t think he’s wrong in this, only that the three seasons will then merge into the homogenous, grey and cool, wet and wind that we know as Scottish weather, only to brighten into a heatwave for a week in June when everyone complains about it being too hot, and then again in September.
Picture postcard Christmas Days haven’t existed in my lifetime, except from maybe 2010, but even that snow fell in November. On St Andrews Day. I wish I had this journal back then. That would have been a week worth recording. So until the next ice age comes along we’re stuck with this mild winter, blasting storms, overcast summers and a generic weather pattern that is neither here nor there. Ho-hum!