53 – Do you like walking in the rain?

Sometimes yes, mostly no and I never know which until it happens.

I've walked many miles coccooned, warm and dry in my waterproofs while the rain came down ceaselessly. There's a joy in that.

I've walked miles soaked to the skin, wading across swollen rivers, searching for a particular outcrop of rock on a Scottish island. That was fun.

I've been caught out in summer downpours, miles from home, soaked to the bone, laughing uncontrollably.

I've stood under an American thunderstorm, where the air itself was like water, where purple lightning crawled across the sky and slammed into the ground close enough for me to feel the shockwave. And then the clouds started slowly to rotate.