The sound of thunder woke me. Big, loud, cracking wake up and stay up thunder, not the chilled, distant Riders on the Storm thunder programmed to alarm on my phone an hour later. Then it started raining. Yesterdays forecast promised dry warm weather so imagine my surprise. This was not in the script. I wondered what is it about the enigmatic British weather this year that prevents a warm, dry spell from lasting more than a day?
The roads were wet & the air moist with humidity rather than rain when I dragged myself out. It was the 1st time in a couple of weeks that I didn’t need long sleeves. The changed forecast was right, thunder storms earlier followed by a humid dry day & it was already mild at 6.30.
From experience I know that humid weather in my eastern part of the UK means unsettled weather so anxiously checked the weather app every hour. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind a bit of rain & after last winter’s commuting most weeks, I no longer consider myself fair weather. But after a couple of months of rain free riding, I didn’t really fancy getting the water proofs out or a bolt of lightening finding me. More thunder on my journey back was promised.
My window of opportunity at 5 came and went & it wasn’t until 6 that I left and a route with plenty of pubs in which to take refuge if needed was planned. No sign of thunder, lightening or rain. In fact it was a glorious warm evening with a watery sunset behind me, dry roads & pub free stops.
Changable weather this weekend beckons but won’t stop me racking an imperial ton for the week, the 1st in absolute ages. Nice…