They say “we have no old fashioned winters now” but I have experienced an infinite variety in my winters —- seen February fill the dyke and heard it, as this year, fill the air with song. Is it not reasonable to conclude that there was the same variation in the years before we were born?
A note of February 60 years ago makes a vivid picture in my mind. It was the first of February and my grandmother looked out of her window and saw “twa dressed weemen skelpin’ alang barefit” on their way to Tarbolton and maybe to Kilmarnock. Her weans aye mind’t her exclamation: “It’s no often ye’ll see the like o’ that in Faibruary.”