It couldn't quite decide whether to rain or not this morning, so was more of a scotch mist than anything else. Pretty mild though. Uneventful ride to Ely station, arrive just in time to bagsy the very last empty bike rack. Yes, it was one on the top deck of the two-tier racks - someone had left it in the down position. Anyways, I got my bike on, locked it up and then struggled to push it back into place.
Fast forward to tonight, get back to Ely, can't pull the rack down to release bike. Now I know *why* it was the last rack left... Anyways, two kind (and significantly taller) gentlemen cyclists who had come in on the same train as me responded to a short female in distress and managed to manhandle the rack down. And they admired my bike, which was kind of nice.
Again, a mild evening and the waterproof stayed in my backpack for a very enjoyable ride home.