The last blat of the year, and I was ready for it even if the weather wasn’t. I had my foul weather kit on, I’d checked the fluid levels and topped up the oil. I donned waterproof gloves, furry "keep my ears warm" hat, wiped the aeroscreen clear and started up. Putting on my harness caused the rain god to laugh and then cry very heavily over the village and on me specifically. Muttering "If you can't take a joke, you shouldn't have joined" I set off in the rain and under the disapproving eye of
