Time for a truly British rant.
It absolutely chucked it down and blew a gale all day yesterday, non-stop. And I mean non-stop. So when I took my daughter to a party out in the sticks last night I had to drive through some substantial patches of flooded road, including one in a dip that I simply didn't see until I hit it.
I came home via another country route that I cycle frequently because I couldn't think of a dip in that particular road that would flood. What I did come across was a new river (apparently) coursing across a dip I had forgotten about. I reckion the water must have been at least three feet deep! I then had to reverse back up the single track road for about 150 yards to a farm, by which time my neck was killing me, and then go back the way I had come.
The only good things were that the 159 didn't miss a beat and that those vredestien sessanta tyres are easily the best wet-weather tyres I have ever had the pleasure of driving on.
Anyway, got up this morning to the sun streaming in the window and now, an hour and a half later, the weather's as bad as it was yesterday. What a non-bloody-weekend this has turned out to be.
Still, at least I'm not one of the 1,700 fell-runners missing in The Lakes