…of buying an everything-bar-the-apocalypse-proof jacket (that cost how much?!) is that you feel somewhat obliged to put it to good use occasionally. My informal new year’s resolution this year has been to try and cycle more, however miserable the weather, rather than wimping out just because it happens to be raining a bit. So this morning, despite a foggy start and a threatening sky, and after putting it off a bit in the hopes that it might cheer up, I set off for the paper as usual.
At first, it looked as though I’d struck reasonably lucky as it wasn’t actually raining and it stayed not actually raining most of the way down. Or at least, not raining in so active a fashion as to deserve an ‘ing’. Instead the rain just sort of hung there in the air and I got wet by cycling through it.* Then it got bored of that and started to rain properly, continuing all the way until I got home. At one point my glasses were so rain soaked I couldn’t see and had to stop and untuck layers until I got down to a shirt I could clean my glasses on (apparently some motorbike gloves have a little squeegee attachment for cleaning visors with on the thumb. Any cycling glove manufacturers care to add something like this to their range?). After that I gave up and just pedalled on blearily – I’d say that the sight of Nearest Village has never looked so welcoming but to be honest I couldn’t make much of it out what with the rain and the mist and the state of my glasses. Luckily most of our traffic around here consists of big unmissable tractors, although as most of our roads now consist of large unmissable potholes it does help if you can see enough to steer.
The jacket, I’m happy to report, performed brilliantly and I was neither sweaty nor rain-damped on my top half, despite pushing it a bit in a bid to get home. But that was all rather cancelled out by sodden trousers and feet. The feet I can sort out with wellies, so that’s not a problem. But if the wet weather cycling is going to continue, it does look like I’m also going to have to spend how much?! on some waterproof trousers as well.
* I believe – real Scots may wish to correct me on this – that this is what is known as smirr