Losing My Grip
I risked life and limb to bring you this winter scene from Inverness today. Last month I committed to taking a photograph from the same location every month so that, together, we could mark the changing seasons and provide visual proof that those seasons do still exist.
Today's snowfall made my trek to the castle esplanade just that little bit more tricky, mainly because I was wearing my shiny office shoes which have as much traction as billiard ball.
There are lots of words you could use to describe the way I walked up that snow-covered hill, but "gracefully" and "confidently" would not be among them.
I shouldn't complain. Earlier today I was taking part in a conference call with colleagues from the Ö÷²¥´óÐã's Russian service. We're hoping to work together on some special Burns programmes next month.
That got me thinking about how cold it must be in Moscow this time of year. Imagine my surprise when I checked on the internet and discovered that people walking around Red Square today were enjoying temperatures 3 degrees warmer than Falcon Square in Inverness.
And I bet they all have better shoes.
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