@nthony

This morning I emerged from the duvet, weary, rubbing eyes, focussing on the brightness outside out blast proof curtains.

Hail like marbles was being showered down from up on high, I returned back to the duvet, where I remained for another three hours.

I feel no shame.

Last weekend was one of those weeks where you head out hoping that no one is there. Descending down the hill in a mist of rain like a cold steam room. Moistness driving into every nook and cranny and suitably damp before even arriving at the gym.

Needless to say I was greeted by a bunch of other people who's faces also read "I was hoping I was going to be the only one". Turning my lights off, I changed out of my windblocker jacket, and into my waterproof stuffed in my back pocket... and headed off.

Rarely are there days where you can ride all day in a waterproof and not curse it. This was one of them, with the exception of a few cosy moments heading up out of Colwyn Bay as the sun chose to improve upon my day and impending gradient.

It was a fine day out, really glad I went. We are no puddle dodgers here :)

* however I draw the line with marble hail and MET office saying gusts of up to 60mph.