I’ve got a proper post about this but unfortunately I also have a proper beer in my hand, so instead let me just say that’s about the windiest weather I’ve ever encountered in soft Buckinghamshire. Never before have I been able to trackstand by merely turning into wind and gurning.
And at about 4pm this afternoon, the sky turned inky black and rain battered the office windows. It was – frankly – rather frightening when contextually joined with having to ride into or through it. So I hid in the pub until the nasty weather had gone away which left a mere 30 MPH headwind to struggle past. In vein I looked for a fat bloke to slipstream but they were all inside eating healthy pies so I broke my own “don’t try this, you’ll die” rules and hung onto a bus for a while.
That was also quite frightening in an invigorating my life’s about to end kind of way.
Still apart from the 11 new fence panels, half a roof full of missing slate and the unknown whereabouts of a less than aerodynamic cat, all is well.
Because I have beer 🙂