I know rule no. 9 has a certain romantic resonance, but the reality of pulling open your curtains to be greeted by trees doing the funky chicken in a howling gale with horizontal rain slamming down....well horizontally all in the pitch black at 7am...well for once I decided that discretion was the greater part of valour: the weather simply didn't look safe enough to ride in, although I did, to the train station at least.
I know rule no. 9 has a certain romantic resonance, but the reality of pulling open your curtains to be greeted by trees doing the funky chicken in a howling gale with horizontal rain slamming down....well horizontally all in the pitch black at 7am...well for once I decided that discretion was the greater part of valour: the weather simply didn't look safe enough to ride in, although I did, to the train station at least.