I think I was designed for drizzle.
Not ubiquitous urban drizzle mind, more the fine mist that descends and lifts on the North West coast of Scotland to allows shafts of sunlight and rainbows to interest the landscape.
The West is different in light, culture, and attitude. Generosity of spirit seems to be ingrained into the regions character, which probably explains the brawls and huffs which dissolve with the dawn.
Drams may have something to do with it; sometimes they are scattered about like confetti.
Scotland has a collective drink problem, but the North West Highlands has it in a good way.
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I couldn't have put it better myself. Enough of these 'Scottish' people fae foreign shores, with their honeyed opinions of Scotland seen through the confused eyes of 5whisky tartanesque forgotten generations away.
I always liked a bit of drizzle myself. Always cheers me up.
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