On some dark night of the soul, I decided it would not be so bad to go to Aberdeen for the day.
Two hours into the five hour leg up, I am feeling every mile.
But the bigger surprise has been leaving behind a snowed under Durham to speed through landscapes akin to Narnia – first snow, then sun, the more north it goes.
No matter how much lament the snow draws, it’s beauty is still missed once left behind.
We r planning a visit but after all this mega-cold ends! (it never ends, I`m beginning to realize that)
They say it`s quieter than Glasgow.