Soggy Bottom Gang

We hadn't rowed very far from our slip when it started to rain. It wasn't very cold so we kept going, but then there was this moment  when the sky opened up and dumped. To our surprise it just kept coming down. Just call us the Soggy Bottom Gang. The water pelted the surface of the waterway so hard it was pocked like hammered steel. At times almost felt like hail. Yet it was with some reluctance the crew turn for home but good as some couldn't see out of their glasses.

So refreshing!

But being soggy isn't exactly how you want to be when attending a 3 hour training!

We poured our shoes out and added dry layers, 

but were not singing the virtues of cotton this day. 

Then someone said Marion berry pie with ice cream and Lifeboat tea

and we forgot all about it.  

Now, that's what I'm talking about - fortification! 

Pie and a pile of fresh grown carrots, cucumbers, fresh purple haricots and more...

Fortunately our teeth didn't start chattering until the last page of our test. 

Who knew we would be putting on our car heaters on the way home this time of year?