I cycled for the first day this week as it wasn’t windy, rainy or icy.
But when I left work it was pelting down. I cycled along the very busy, narrow Fountainbridge, which lived up to its watery name with every pothole a lochan and the gutter a burn.
Then my front light fell off.
So I stopped and leaned my cycle against the fence and as the light lay on the street, its beams lighting up the rain drops, waited for a space in the traffic so I could grab it.
Then a car knocked it into the middle of the road. So now I had two streams of traffic to contend with.
Just when a gap was appearing on both sides of the street, a car ran over it and smashed it into tiny bits.
So to Evans to buy a new light and half walked half cycled and got home soaked. My waterproof has given up its main purpose in life.