Well, back on thread, this morning's commute. Fantastic - the Cats came home early due to the showers so I got out by 7.15. Rode between the raindrops as far as Epsom racecourse but then the drizzle started as I was going up the climb to Headley. This wasn't rain, this was one of those dull, grey, wet blankets that gets slowly draped over you and everything else. Box Hill was deserted, silent and eerie but somehow pleasantly peaceful and quite enjoyable. Then the wind picked up and announced some proper rain by the time I got to Kingswood, and the Chipstead valley was a blind, headlong thrash into a wall of water trying to avoid school-run mum's with pushchairs and 4x4s.
Soaked and freezing but breakfast number two brought me round
If this carries on I might start walking directly to work again!