I'm sure the Scots have a word for the weather that has brought misery to London over this Easter weekend. On the principle that the Eskimos have 500 words for snow*, and the Bedouin a thousand for sand, I'm sure there must be an appropriate Scottish description for the constant, damp dispiriting drizzle that has soaked into clothes and spirits without even the relief of an occasional downpour to liven things up.
Seven o'clock this morning, rolling out of South London for yet another session in spray and muck.
When will cycling get fun again?
*Apparently they don't. It's a myth - they just say "Bloody snow again..." and get on with it.
1 comment:
I have the same predicament here in the Wet Coast or West Coast. Winters over isn't it?
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