Although I have lived almost all my adult life in cities, I grew up on a farm in the Highlands of Scotland, and still think of myself as a country girl, and perhaps this explains my love of being outdoors in all weathers and why I like all seasons.
In the dark of a Scottish winter it’s hard sometimes to feel the love of the short grey days, but I would not relish swapping our unpredictable weather for a life in a country where you could confidently predict what the weather would be like from one day to the next.
I dont know if I have a favourite season, as to my mind each has something going for it. Season naysayers may say these days you can barely tell your spring from your autumn, but I don’t agree, even if it does sometimes seem that when we were younger all the summers were sunnier and winters snowier.
Probably more a trick of hindsight.
On Sunday the clocks went back , and we got back our lost hour but gave up some daylight at the end of the day. Luckily the last day of autumn summer – in Edinburgh at least, had been a glorious if cold sunny October day and I managed both a run and a cycle to soak up the outdoors and say farewell to British Summer time.
The unfinished sentence... 