Last night saw a slow, wet trundle home post-pub, keeping an eye out for my lost trouser legs. Sadly they didn't turn up although I think my short-range observation in their name helped avoid the many toads and snails drawn out onto the tow path by the rain.
Awoke this morning to torrential rain; got wet enough just getting to the car although by the time I'd parked at the other end it'd eased off a little. Moseyed in again with eyes peeled for escaped clothing.. although again no luck so I guess that's a write-off.
Despite the ostensibly grotty conditions it was actually a farly nice ride. I got largely soaked, however the temperature was alright and the rain was fresh and summery. Nearly made it all the way to work before I felt water sloshing around in my shoes.. the rain persisted throughout most of the day and I was out again mid-morning to deliver some bits to a local client.
I spent most of the day damp to some degree (shoes / feet never dried out) but it was tolerable, and the rain finally largely abaited for the ride home. Pushed this out a bit on the usual route as I felt no particular desire to get home, and stopped at the Vicky for a pint while the ominous storm clouds ahead passed over.
Not an ideal day, but a lot better than it might have been and I'm glad I didn't take the car, as was the initial temptation...
Thus, with the width of the 'van, the Transit driver couldn't actually see down either side of said 'van. 
