Rainy weather in Scotland has its attractions. London may be basking in another heatwave but in Scotland a mist has come over the hills and a cold rain is on the way. The hardy tourists stay and marvel, while others take refuge in a nearby tea room. Stay a while; watch the hills grow dim and disappear as others appear out of the sky. See there, far out over the loch, two little birds chasing each with delight above the stormy waters. Behind them the hills march darkly, layer upon layer, into the mist. Grey upon grey, receding. Just like my hair.