The first 5 minutes are the worst. Warm and dry you emerge from an air conditioned building into the dark, wet and cold of a commute home.
The air is full of flying water, but somehow this isn’t the same as sailing in summer. And you know, you know that big puddle is waiting there in the road, just after the lights, and the traffic will be right on your tail so you’ll have to go through it…
Actually, I quite like that puddle, it commits you to being soaked, and once there, the rest of the journey home is only going to get warmer. As Phil discussed earlier, on a night like this, nothing is going to stop your feet getting wet and in some ways less clothing is more. Less means less to dry out, or, if it’s raining on the way in, fewer wet things to put on at the end of the day. On really wet days I have an old pair of shimano shoes I wear, I purposely leave socks at home and my Jacket keeps the wind and most of the wet out.
Southampton Weather reckons we had 214mm of the year’s 747mm of rain on 27 rainy days in November.
Well December started dry – if a little frosty.
