Letter from the Editor: Deep and crisp ... but muddy too!

The snow may look nice, but try getting to work in it
The snow may look nice, but try getting to work in it

It’s true what they say about Scotland experiencing all four seasons in one day.

As I sit in my office writing this, I’ve got my blinds closed to keep out the glaring sun but I can hear the wind howling outside and, if I peek through the window, I can still see the last remnants of snow lying around.

I’ve got my blinds closed to keep out the glaring sun but I can hear the wind howling outside and, if I peek through the window, I can still see the last remnants of snow lying around

There’s no doubt winter is my least favourite season. I don’t mind the rain and I’m happy to wrap up when the temperatures plummet but it’s the combination of the two I can’t abide - you know what I mean, that driving ice cold rain that feels like bullets as it peppers your body.

And I’m not a fan of snow either, at least not since I started work and the arrival of the white stuff meant a treacherous drive to the office rather than building snowmen, sledging, snowball fights and a welcoming cup of hot chocolate when the cold inevitably proved too much.

With the most recent downfall coming over the weekend, however, I decided to revisit my youth and take my nine-year-old out for a spot of sledging.

Regular readers of this column may well be aware that Calum is a magnet for mess but, with a thick blanket of snow, I reckoned the worst I could expect would be a sodden pair of socks or gloves.

Oh how wrong I was.

After a few regular trips down the slopes - one of which even saw me joining him - he decided it would be more fun to steer his sledge under a tree ... and into a huge muddy puddle.

That brought proceedings to an abrupt end and, as we headed home, ignoring the strange looks as we went, my new-found passion for snow quickly evaporated.