The sun is shining, the birds are singing, it's a beautiful spring day. This is the time of year when it feels like a weight is being lifted from your shoulders as the remnants of winter are blown away by the gusty March winds. We do, of course, realise that this will soon be proven to be a false dawn as the next squall arrives from the Atlantic and pisses down ice cold shards of glass which can only loosely be described as rain. Still, that's Scotland for you, and if it wasn't for the depressing cycles of bad and atrocious weather, we wouldn't have the wonderful countryside we have. And, let's face it, it keeps the English out.