No sooner had I photographed the last rose of summer than Jack Frost turned up. The many ancient iron-framed single-glazed skylight windows that gave the cottage its name were thickly encrusted with ice. We invested in an electric blanket with immediate effect.
I had not seen icy windows like these since I was a very young girl.
The weather in Glenlivet provides a wide temperature range. We had suffered plus 30 degrees C in the summer and now we were to hit minus 20 degrees C.
Published by Scattered Thinker
The Scattered Thinker is somewhat past her prime, but not yet in any danger of giving up. In the Inter-world, she is often known as plumbum, or sometimes as ulygan. In the Real Life, she goes by the name of Beth.
Beth is a roamer. She lives in a motorhome and has a backup static caravan that serves as a bolthole if needed. Bricks and mortar are very much a thing of the past.
Contact Beth if you would like to correspond with paper and pen.
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