After five days and nights of near constant rain, this Spurtle correspondent stepped out in leaking wellies and went for a squelch.
The sun didn't break from behind a cloud.
Instead, the neighbourhood turned out to be variously …
Droukit in St Mark's Park
A day of greys.
A day of greys and drizzle on the brink of sleet.
A day of grey birds skating on thin ice.
A day of honey-coloured homes becoming headstones …
And then this: Bellevue surprises.
This morning we woke to a third day of miserable damp gloom.
It may seem grim. But Edinburgh has known worse.
The following article is extracted from a longer piece published in the Scotsman on 16 November 1929 – the day after weather conditions had combined with smoke from coal fires to spectacular effect.
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