It looked benign from my window, a gentle pit-patter, that’s all. I wore my waterproofs and my hat anyway, just in case. But I was wrong. The pitter was a downpour. I got drenched, my trousers (not waterproof it seems) were soon stuck to my shins, sodden. It’s a miserable business walking in the rain when you are soaked through, every step is a trudge. I gave up after twenty minutes, too cold and shivery to continue. Poor show, E.
