Is it ever dry in Bracknell?

no.

I've figured out why it didn't actually rain when we were in Bracknell, because all the water, in the world, was already on the floor. Until we arrived at which point it mixed with mud and most of it ended up on me and Dave.

I was going to night ride ride one evening with Adam this week except the water from Bracknell has recirculated and is falling on Brighton, below is an artists impression of me and Adam riding at night

Birthday rain walk...

Mud, mud, mud. Rain, rain, rain. Oh, and some sheep. Steffi took me on a nice walk around the Cotswold hillocks on Saturday, for my birfdee. We wore jeans and got very wet and cold. How irresponsible! Luckily it wasn't too bad and we really enjoyed it, retiring to a pub and a cruise round the Christmas market at Stow on the Wold, complete with mulled wine, minced pie, tarteflette and a bloomin nice blue cheese dried sausage. Mon Dieu.

Bum

Crash. Bang. Wallop. Daryl's broken.