A taste of winter

Mrs Rasmussen and I went north on our own a couple of days. We stayed at a B&B in Stonehaven, a small fishing village on the east coast, about 15 miles south of Aberdeen.
The following day we drove to Aberdeen, just to have a look at it. We hung out in a bookstore, did some shopping and eventually drove west, into the Highlands. The weather got worse and worse, and we reached a small town called Braemar, right in the middle of the mountains. We found a small B&B in the darkness, and had dinner at the local, and only, hotel. It was raining and windy. And so quiet.
We woke up the following morning to minus degrees outside. According to the B&B lady, Braemar is the coldest place in Britain, and we felt the winter had come along far too early.
Our way home took us right through the mountains around the ski resort Glenshee, with miles and miles of empty mountain road and snowclad peaks. We stopped for a couple of hours in Perth, did some more shopping, and the rest was easy with motorway all the way to Edinburgh.