It’s mid April. It’s supposed to be spring. Summer should be around the corner. With a high spirit we headed down to Edinburgh. We planned to visit several places. The sun was glowing even with the dark cloud above us. But then God thought it would be funny to blow some cold.
Back in Aberdeen, where snow wasn’t present, I was dropped off to do some shopping. After two hours it was started to rain so I was ready to go home. I found out they changed the bus route, I didn’t know which bus I should take, no warning whatsoever. Number 11 was just off. I waited for another bus, but it’s Sunday and they turned up every 30 minutes and I already was soaking wet. I decided to walk home with two big bags, and after 5 minutes the rain turned into windy snow. The wet brown bag was torn apart and I had to carry a heavy box on my shoulder. Very un-lady-like. I only had two layers of clothes and wore my light jacket and all were wet. My hair was in crazy state after wind-rain-snow combo, but I couldn’t do anything since my hands were full. I was freezing to death. And desperately bursting to pee.
If this was a God’s joke, I didn’t laugh with her. I didn’t get it.
Picture taken at Marriott Dalmahoy area.
Spring? What Spring?