Wet & Dry

Today (the light bit) was very young when J took this picture of me on Brighton seafront.
Every Wednesday we meet up for a dawn walk along the prom to the Lagoon and back – nearly 5 miles in all. Every Wednesday come wind or high water. Except when it rains. We don’t do rain.
But it wasn’t raining at 6am.
But by 7 it was peltingly, heaven-openingly, chucking itily, bucketingly, horizontallyily raining. But by then we’d committed. And both of us are generally stubborn about Not Giving Up.
Due to poor visibility you can’t see how mad it was out there.
Walking westwards we could get one side done, and the other side to match on the way back home.
Home, to where hot tea and lovely lovely lovely porridge & golden syrup live.