Not Scotland-cold, but cold enough. Although I was dumped into a tree in the dead of winter on a windy day, when I first came. Of course you arrive in those awful trousers, and one of the legs tore, and they were sopping within minutes from the snow. I didn't stop shivering for over an hour, after they got me inside. It made me a bit less fond of the cold than I might normally be, especially after being in the Caribbean only the day before.