And the rain gods must have heard us, for indeed we had very little rain in our three days in Edinburgh.
But our quota of fair weather ran out on the bus trip to Loch Ness. Scarcely had we crossed Dunblane, when the clouds blotted out the sun and the rain came down in sheets. “Aye, that’s more like proper Scottish weather, that is,” cried our bus driver. “None o’yer silly sunshine nonsense.” And he pressed down on the accelerator and swerved to avoid a minivan.
Initially the rain seemed like a bit of a dampener. But I came round to the view that the Highlands are at their most awe-inspiring