Last August, when we came home after a lovely holiday in Scotland, we decided to visit Harris in December again.
So many times, I think, because most of them I can’t remember, I’ve dreamt about snow capped mountains. Especially when the temperature hardly dropped.
In September I started to follow about six weather sites in hopes that at leat one site would predict heavy snowfall in the last week of December. Mmm, couldn’t find one.
And when we eventually arrived, it was raining and very windy.
The third day we got a message from our children. “Hi there? Is everything all right? We are doing fine. By the way, it has snowed for hours. Have a good time. Bye now”.
Hmmmm, thank you very much for his message.
But, a few days later, my prayers were answered. I took my camera, kissed my dear wife goodbye and went out for some shots.
“I’m dreaming of a white Harris ….”