A heavy mist has descended on Dumfries turning the ancient bridges picturesquely monochromatic. The mist gradually ebbs and flows in opacity, so I wait a while with the camera for the optimum moment of abstraction. A mischievous lad approaches me by the river and with a flash of his gold teeth points to the bridge and tells me “Aye under there that’s where the wee otters are”.
I have 20km of main road walking in the mist to go. This is not fun. I’ve never felt the need to wear a head torch in the daytime before. As the fog gets thicker I can’t see much beyond my feet, but at least I learn that Irn Bru tops the leaderboard as the roadside litter of choice in Scotland.
Scottish word of the day:
Dreich – Wet, dull, gloomy, dismal, dreary or any combination of these. Scottish weather at its most miserable.