Decided to wait till Thursday for w8 r2 as I’ve a bit of a sore calf, to say I got wet is an understatement, the heavens opened , the wind howled, the earphones packed up and the sore calf got worse.
If you saw a fat middle aged chap running round Melton Mowbray looking wet and miserable that was me, feel no sympathy because I loved it.
Hot bath, G &T and a bite to eat and I was good as new. ( except the calf muscle which hurts like buggery.)