6:45 pm Glasgow. Saturday, 28 May, 2011.
Walked outside after saying goodbye to friends, just up the street from our flat, where we had only arrived 20 minutes earlier.
Opened the door and the rain was coming down at a 45 degree angle, in the foggiest sunshine you could picture. It was like there was a soft-focus light on reality. And the wind was mighty bloistery as well.
Steven was impressed. And he's Scottish. He sees this all the time. ;)
So Lilah and I played our game where Mum says:
"Is it sunny?"
and Lilah says:
"Yes"
Mum: "Is it rainy?"
Lilah: "Yes"
Mum: "Is it foggy?"
Lilah: "Yes"
Mum: "Is it windy?"
Lilah: "Yes"
...
and then we went down the hill, and at the wee bridge over the river Kelvin, there was a double rainbow that went IN FRONT of the trees, and down to the path on the river.
The pot of gold was right there, dude.
We laughed the whole way home about loving to live in Scotland because it has the craziest weather of anywhere.
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