The bike has taken a back seat to the allotment recently but with a trip to Morocco looming, Dan and I had to get back in the saddle. Normally we get very little rain in this neck of the woods, but not this last while. It was wet - sopping wet but I found an ingenious way to keep at least something dry.

http://wp.me/p3yZa1-1eA

Unless that puddle's 3 feet deep, I think you're being a little bit soft

It was deep, in some sections with only a teeny weeny banking to climb on, not that there was any point as we were squelching in our shoes anyway. Deep water in the village!