Mizzle

That's what he called it, that mixture of mist and drizzle that we cycled into it on the way out. On the way back that mizzle turned into rain, pure and simple. Got back soaked, filthy and happy. Health and wellbeing topped-up over the course of 40 miles in the hills of Midlothian.

Rest of the day, I dunno, we'll see, there's always the football to keep up with...

Sometimes A Cold Rain Can Push Down On The Back Of Your Head