Or rather, the frustrations of Scottish skiing. On Saturday my husband and a friend set off early to drive north to the Glenshee ski area. With decent snow cover at last in the Highlands this was their first ski venture of the winter. A clear, calm day, roads bare of snow - looking good. Until this point.
They persevered and got to within 4 miles of the slopes. The weather was still calm, but the snow gates were across the road. Thanks to Scotland's micro-climates, 4 miles away a blizzard was beginning to block the access roads, and the police were taking no chances.
This Saturday they'll make a second attempt, along with the hundreds of other skiers who spent last Saturday making futile round trips.