For reasons known only to our Immigration bureaucrats (don’t ask), I was not able to join Mr. Free Market, Doc Russia and Combat Controller for the annual deer
slaughter stalk in the Cairngorms this year (for my experiences two years ago, see here and here). I was feeling somewhat peeved about it all, until Mr. FM sent me this pic:
I should point out that the temperature for the town nearby is given as 33°F for the daytime high, and about 5 degrees lower tonight. I should also point out that this is a complete lie, as the temperature up in the hills — where all the hunting takes place — is probably ten degrees colder than that, and that’s before the 20mph wind kicks in. I think the term is “witch’s tit cold”.
Suddenly, I’m not feeling as peeved as I was. Tonight’s forecast low of 30°F here in Plano seems quite balmy by comparison, especially as I’ll be sitting indoors with a brandy & ginger ale in hand, and not freezing my nuts off in the Angus Glens.