for not taking the safe route home!
Last night, as I left work, the sky was clear blue, the sun was shining, with just a gentle cool breeze blowing. The short sharp storm earlier in the day was long gone. True to my resolution for the summer, I headed off to the cycle path, my safe route home.
I was well on the way, beyond the point of no return when the sun disappeared. Where did those clouds come from?
Then there was the first rain drop - a "drop" in name only, it was huge!
Before I knew it I was in the middle of the heaviest rain I have experienced this year - but hey, I am a Brit, so I soldiered on, my upper lip nice and stiff.
The rain only lasted about 5 minutes and stopped as suddenly as it had started, adn I zoomed on home.
It was only when I dismounted and looked at the bike that I remembered the other down side to the cycle route. It is made of packed sand and fine grit, which meant that I was now covered in the stuff, all damp and sticky. I must have looked like something from a 1950s horror movie - I certainly felt like it!
Or maybe I looked like this:
Still, it was only muck - I will live!