The Fickle Scottish Weather

Yes, after not posting for several weeks I come up with a subject that rivals Ursine Woodland Defecation and the Pope's Religion for obviousness... but I can't resist. First we see out the end of May with temperatures touching 26°C(80°F), which took in my 4th attempt at running a marathon (details here). Then just as we think the summer has arrived our camping weekend on 5th June begins with maximum temps of 12°C (54°F) and winds that threatened to flatten our New Zealand dome tent. Only anchoring it firmly to (and in the lee of) the car kept it from flying to distant parts.

At least the rest of the weekend was bright, even if the temperatures never rose...