Foreboding

On the Corriedog walk today, I bumped into someone engaged in their own do walking duties.  She agreed that it was a fine day but she had heard there would be a hard winter in front of us.  After further pleasantries, we went on with our own business.

Then I started to wonder where she had heard such news.  As far as I know, the forecasts don't go that far ahead.  I assumed it was that Scottish thing of fearing the worst and then you are not disappointed.  Or maybe it was the number of rowan berries on show just now.  Who knows.

Dobbies have started on their Xmas display.  Maybe they know something.