4 seasons, 1 daft decision

After a dawn 22.5 miler to Old Hatfield & back a very poor decision ensued that took me off to watch football. Blinkin ek we had everything - strong winds, blinding sun & just before the clouds opened and torrential rain & hailstones came down. This literally took place as I snapped this whilst hobbling for cover. Jeans soaked through, hands and feet like ice blocks and we lost 0-1 so what a pointless afternoon.

When's it summer