Snow is very infrequent here : most winters we get nothing more than a light dusting on a couple of occasions. Jack Frost is, likewise, a seldom-seen visitor to the island.
True, many a winter we see the top of Beinn Mòr, Beinn Coradail or Thacla topped with snow and glimmering with ice on their rocky ramparts ; but that’s more than a fifteen hundred feet up and more than a couple of miles from the nearst roads.
The winter now well behind us was no different.
So what a surprise, then, this morning, to wake up to this –