If it's cold just run around in circles!

Scotland is a strange place at times. I think it might be because of the people here.
I've never felt particularly like I belong here but don't get me wrong you can't help but love it here. I think that might be because of the people too.
Winter comes along, everything gets a little bit minging, (the short distance between house door and car door becomes a mini expidition - the wind attacks and your hair is left standing upwards or shooting off to the right, or if your really unfortunate it'll be the rain and you'll be soaked through) but what do we do? Complain incesantly? well... yes. But what else do we do?
We take the cold weather and turn it into the best way to cool down after a ceilidh.*
You gotta love that attitude. It makes this time of year something to look forward too. Lots of ceilidhs and stovies, mulled wine and fireworks.
I love it.

Although, regardless how many celidhs I go to I always forget how much it's going to hurt the next day.(I was at one last night. Muscles hurt that I didn't know I had and have bruises on my arms today - nevertheless - seriously good fun!)

*mildly insane energetic scottish country dancing