Scottish weather is ever unpredictable but almost always there is a little spell at the end of summer where autumn eases gently in. It’s my favourite time of the year and usually takes place at the end of August to the beginning of September. It’s precious and short. It’s a time where the air feels cleaner after the humidity (yes we have a little) of summer. The cool mornings where the mist and dew that will turn to frost in a few weeks lies heavy on the ground. The nip in the air a promise of the winter approaching. My drive to work in the early morning often leaves me wishing I had time to pull over and snap a few pictures and watch the countryside wake up.
Afternoons that are still warm enough for a t-shirt when the sun is shining, skies so clear and blue that it’s hard to believe there have ever been clouds. When evening eases in, just a little bit earlier every night some atmospheric magic produces sunsets so beautiful that it could bring tears to your eyes. The hills turn gold, then pink, then dusky purple before night claims them. In the velvety midnight blue that follows, stars twinkle and burn endlessly.
This year I've scheduled some time off work to enjoy it. Wish you were here?