AuroraManson wrote:Yea, I didn't realize it got that cold in Scotland either. How was Scotland.. what you remember?
I didn't leave Scotland until I was well into my 20's, so I remember quite a bit.
It's a very beautiful country if you're into scenery, history, and/or hiking. The one thing I always recall when flying into Scotland was how intensely green the grass is from the air. The summers are not quite as hot as here in the US (or New England where I live), and the humidity is lower. I lived in the city of Glasgow, a dirty spread out city full of old tenement buildings, and not much for culture, nightlife, or good restaurants. I'm a bit of a nature freak, so I used to pack up my camping equipment into my van, and take off into the mountains on weekends. My only complaint about those trips were always finding snotty English tourists everywhere.
Like New England, the Scottish Highlands has its own equivalent of a foliage season. For about a week each October, the heather on the side of the mountains blooms, and the entire Scottish Highlands turn bright purple and brown. It's one of those sights that you never forget. Winter is a different story. Outside of the cities, there's major snowfall. In the city, the weather is dull, damp, and gray and depressing, with frequent freezing rain, and some snow, which turns to slush almost instantly. As you can imagine, I don't miss the winters there.
Culturally, life there is tough. It's expensive, and there's a very distinct class system. If you're born into a working class family, chances are that you won't be able to rise out of that mold in your lifetime. The "upper class" often look down on the "lower class" as if they were still their serfs. Obviously the two don't mingle socially, and obviously they tend to harbor resentment toward each other. It's possible that things may have changed since I lived there, but I don't think so. It was one of the aspects of the UK that I didn't care for, and was the main driving force which caused me to emigrate... Well, that, and my American wife hated it there.
One of the sad things is that most of the fish and chip shops that the UK was famous for have disappeared, mainly because the growing scarcity of fish has driven the prices so high. They have been replaced by Indian Curry shops, which I also love, but there's nothing like a steaming hot bag of fish and chips wrapped in newspaper after a night in the pub. Now I'm beginning to drool thinking about it...