I sort of wish I'd looked at the weather forecast...
Ditto, although I'm sure when I looked last night it said 5°c, dry and cloudy. So, imagine my surprise when, after setting off in a wool jersey and without overshoes, it progressed from drizzling, to raining, to sleeting, to snowing, in quick succession.
The coup de grâce was turning a corner to find a 100 yard stretch of flooded road and quickly deciding that it would probably only be 'rim deep' and ploughing on... 20 yards later my bottom bracket was submerged and I had no option but to repeatedly plunge one foot after the other into the icy brown water to get to the other side.
I was 40miles from home at this stage - by the time I got back my feet were so painfully cold I had to take my first ever 'sit-down' shower.*
Ditto, although I'm sure when I looked last night it said 5°c, dry and cloudy. So, imagine my surprise when, after setting off in a wool jersey and without overshoes, it progressed from drizzling, to raining, to sleeting, to snowing, in quick succession.
The coup de grâce was turning a corner to find a 100 yard stretch of flooded road and quickly deciding that it would probably only be 'rim deep' and ploughing on... 20 yards later my bottom bracket was submerged and I had no option but to repeatedly plunge one foot after the other into the icy brown water to get to the other side.
I was 40miles from home at this stage - by the time I got back my feet were so painfully cold I had to take my first ever 'sit-down' shower.*
*it was...