Changeable...

...is the word, today. We had beautiful sunshine at one point then, when Rachael took Vinnie for a walk out of town (and far from any shelter), the heavens opened with thunder, lightning and torrential rain. Victoria and I had to dash out on a rescue mission, and duly picked up the two of them looking like the proverbial drowned rats.

It applied to my work schedule too. Tomorrow, I was supposed to have a leisurely drive into Aberdeen for a meeting around the middle of the day, then come home. Instead, “something came up” and I have to fly to London in the morning for a meeting, getting back on the last flight. And before I set off, I have a call with Australia at 5am. I will be getting an early night!

In case anyone seeing the state of this instrument is thinking, “Gosh – sometimes the weather in the North of Scotland is so bad, it breaks the barometers!”…this one once got in the way of a great dane who was attempting to climb onto the window ledge (hardly big enough to accommodate a chihuahua) to bark at a cat. For once, it was a literal case of “the glass is falling” :D

The barometer was invented by David Gregory of Kinnairdy Castle, not a million miles from here. Using it, he was so accurate in predicting weather for the local farmers that the Presbyterian ministers of Aberdeen accused him of witchcraft.