I HAVE fond memories of Glenrothes.
In 1987, never having stepped foot in an airplane before, I took off from Glenrothes Airport (or Buckhaven International, depending on your preferences) in a small single prop plane and, when it reached about 3000 feet, jumped out. Fixed line parachute jump, in case you had to ask. So for a few months afterwards, I could honestly claim to have taken off in a plane, but never landed in one.
And now, 21 years on, I’m back.
I have campaigned in many by-elections over the years, and I’m sure that at least some of them took place in warm, summer months. But on days like today, that’s easy to forget.