Anthropoids Affable in Affright,

By 1700 hrs, the temperature had plunged to -7 degrees Celsius, the skies were clear and I presumed it would decrease further throughout the night. I noticed that the temperature had increased to -4.5 degrees Celsius as the evening wore on and I went to bed.

Waking in the night, I heard the sound of snow. The sound of snow in the wind is quite distinctive but never commented upon. In the morning, the snow was 3 inches/8 centimetres deep in our sunny seaside town. A freak storm had arrived and deposited its worth.

This is in St. Andrews before the freak dump.This is snow on Kirkcaldy beach.

This is Kirkcaldy under a sky that promised further snow and delivered prolonged showers of snow, hail and rain the next morning.

Melting snow beside a river only he will know

That whisper of cold air through the face and hair is hers

Through mythical measures they come together and understand

That the place for them is kicking leaves in the cobbled lanes