Rain to right of them. Rain to left of them. Rain in front of them.Volley'd and thunder'd; storm'd at with shot and shell. Boldly they rode and well, into the jaws of Death, into the mouth of Hell. Rode the six hundred.
I am slightly exaggerating of course but that is what it felt like on this ice-cold evening cycling home. Why can't England have a climate like that of Southern California? At least it would still be hot whilst raining. I am sure that once I again get used to the joys of cycling to and from work in the pouring rain, I will feel much better??
Does anyone out there have any suggestions for wet weather riding? (Don't bother saying that I should emigrate to warmer climbs).