February 27th – The weather at the moment is almost continually foul.
Everywhere is saturated. The canal overflows are at full capacity, like here at Clayhanger; the towpaths are a long series of conjoined puddles. The roads are filthy, swamped and traffic bad tempered.
Every ride means carefully drying waterproofs and bags on arrival.
I’m used to it now. I don’t even frown when I see the rain.
But we must be due an end to it now, surely? Or at least a cessation in the merciless, continual wind please?
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