Moist

Rain.

Just in time for the Cambourne 10k race.

Fine by me, I'm rather a fair-weather runner and duvet always wins over getting drizzled on.

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Unfortunately there was no handy duvet when walking back from the pub at lunchtime, during which time it was bucketing down. My top half was fine, the bottom half a tad moist. Resorted wearing to an emergency pair of (ironically waterproof) trousers from the car while mine dried off.

A team colleague left today - hence the pub trip - moving to a job nearer London; something you'd not find me doing.

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The cones and tape and netting are all there to persuade runners not to run into the lake. I would have thought that was reasonably self evident.