Dreich, a fantastic Scottish word that means how it sounds. Last night was dreich, my Friday walk turned a corner into a squall blowing up from the sea and it rained for Noah. When I was a boy we used to experience the haar blowing off the north sea. It was a sea fog that would settle over the coast and swallow up into its misery; there was no escape from the damp as it seeped into your bones. However, the one thing that never escapes the memory is autumn, caught in the right light, at the right time. I look forward to the sun returning and this playing in the kitchen as I sit at the back door, letting the season open the door to winter. Happy Saturday, may you stay forever dry.
