Tuesday 10 February 2009

Red sky in the morning


One day, when I grow up, I'll work out how to get this camera to take really good piccies that really show you the drama of the skies.

This morning the whole of the sky was pink, red or orange, solidly in the east and streakily in the west.  The snow covered hills in the west stood proud like, erm, big globs of pink blancmange (*and **).

Shepherds warning - and sure enough it has now started to snow.  Our visitors fae Dunbar overnighted in Inverness and hopefully will be here around lunchtime - Snow Ploughs willing.

* Note to self - dump the poetic aspirations
**  In Old French, blancmanger was a noun that simply meant 'food'.  I can't imagine a less appropriate meaning for todays blancmange.

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