I stepped off the plane at Frankfurt this morning, and the cold hit me. I loved it. All around me, people wearing coats, scarves, gloves, hoods, and generally well wrapped up against the elements. My concession to the weather was to wear a vest. It was, however, dry.
I stepped off the plane at Edinburgh, later, and the rain hit me. Wet stuff. Everywhere. Magic! It hasn’t stopped. I am back at my hotel room, and it is still raining. Eventually, the novelty will wear off. Till then, I am enjoying it.