I have long subscribed to the optimistic view that there is no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothes. Maybe it's to do with being a Mancunian for most of my adult life.
The theory is tested to its limits on a day like today in Cornwall when it has hurled it down. According to the BBC weather the rain would stop before hitting North Devon. Well, it didn't, it got worse. Driving so far in the rain along winding roads made me feel queasy, but still, we found a nice pub with a thatched roof for a spot of lunch. And then stumbled on the Saltrock outlet, which the older lads liked. We then stopped at a bowling alley and arcade, my idea of complete hell. Sadly for the kids plenty of other people had the same idea for a wet weather day and it was full.