Mean, brooding, dark and cold. Not a description of my husband, but our first impression of Scotland in April.
“We’ll avoid the midges,” the husband said. Of course we will, because it’s too cold for anything to survive.
“We’ll see beautiful beaches,” he said. True, he had shown me photographs of stunning stretches of empty white sand. Empty because it’s too cold to get out of the car, let alone take a leisurely stroll. It’s nature’s way of mocking us. You can look, but you can’t touch.
“We’ll avoid the midges,” the husband said. Of course we will, because it’s too cold for anything to survive.
“We’ll see beautiful beaches,” he said. True, he had shown me photographs of stunning stretches of empty white sand. Empty because it’s too cold to get out of the car, let alone take a leisurely stroll. It’s nature’s way of mocking us. You can look, but you can’t touch.
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