A tad moist tonight in Inverness. Correspondingly, I was a tad drookit after just half a mile, and took shelter under a bridge. Needless to say it stopped almost immediately. Had I delayed another five minutes at work, it would have been a dry run home. May have also done without: some maniac tooting his horn at me before hurtling by with inches to spare; the van cutting a blind corner of the back road, that just missed me; and then the car towing a caravan on the back road that didn't. Presume it had extended mirrors... that caught my brake lever, near crushing my fingers, and then the caravan nearly had me in the ditch. The end of a fun day...