What a difference a day makes, etc. It’s been largely dry today, but with enough fat dark clouds lumbering overhead that you can’t feel too safe. You still want to take your waterproof coat with you just on the off-chance, even if the sun is shining brightly. Croeso y Gymru.

I saw waterproof, it might have been billed as such when I bought it many years ago, but these days it’s anything but. It lets water in at the seams, and if I stay out in a shower for too long the very fabric itself becomes saturated with moisture.

I have any number of things I could wear that would be drier in a storm than my actual waterproof, and I include the concept of gaffer taping a series of buckets and plant pots together for shelter.

But there’s something psychologically stimulating about deploying my waterproof, and it looks like the sort of thing you should be wearing when the rains come down. Less fashion, more victim.

Still, that’s all moot now that the rain has stopped and the sun reappears briefly. But it will be back. It always comes back. And I’ll be ready (but ill-equipped).