It was quite warm, verging on hot, yesterday when I left the West side of Scotland clad in the kilt, hose, etc. and wearing a tattersall patterned shirt with the sleeves rolled up. When I arrived in Inverness(East side of Scotland), some 80 miles distant, the haar(cold sea fog) had moved in and a cold Easterly breeze was blowing. After a search about in the back of my truck, I found an old tweed shooting coat lurking.--------Phew! Thank goodness!
Last edited by Jock Scot; 14th May 25 at 07:00 AM.
Reason: found my glasses.
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