OMD, winter returns and Hebrides

I really enjoyed the OMD concert last night and so did James. We went for a pre-theatre meal at La Bonne Auberge first which was excellent, then on the the Royal Concert Hall. The band played a mix of old and new. Naturally the old favourites were the most popular with the audience but the new album is very good so the music fitted in well. My biggest regret was that they didn't play my favourite of their songs, "Pandora's Box" which was inspired by the incredibly beautiful Louise Brooks. However they did play plenty of other tracks that I like so it was a good evening.
On the way home we saw a strange sight. As we queued to leave the car park, the man in the car in front of us was having difficulty inserting his parking ticket in the machine at the exit. He opened his door and leaned out, but then somehow managed to drive forward, hitting the barrier which had not yet fully lifted. He kept on driving, with the barrier scraping over the roof of his car and one leg hanging out of his car door! He recovered, closed the door and drove away; James and I could hardly believe our eyes.
This morning wintry conditions returned! My optimism in the change of season has been misplaced and it was even snowing a bit first thing in the morning although it quickly turned to freezing rain. The weather alternated from sunshine to lashing rain all day, sometimes both at the same time; it was very strange. As I arrived home there was a beautiful rainbow arching over the sky to the east.
This evening James and I watched the first two episodes of "Hebrides", a three part nature series about, well, the Hebrides of course! I was looking forward to it very much since we have had several great holidays in the Hebrides but found it disappointing. The photography was beautiful but the filming jumped around with no real cohesion and Ewan McGregor's voice was too soft and droning. I do like Ewan McGregor as an actor but he is not a good narrator. The alternately mournful and perky Scottish music was stereotypical and gave the atmosphere of a Scottish Tourist Board information film of the type to be found in Highland visitor centres. No harm in it I suppose but I had expected so much more.
I should be in bed instead of blogging; I'm very tired. Perhaps this is because I went to an exercise class in school called "Legs, Bums and Tums", which turned out to be rather strenuous!