Driven round the bend

by the poxitude of the weather I was. 
The morning was grey, grey, cold misery. Then it started drizzling. Cold, nasty drizzle. Which turned to cold, nasty rain. 
By 3pm I had sort of come to terms with the fact that there'd be no swim today. 
I lit a turf fire in the chimney and was about to start a new series on Netflix when, lo and behold, some strange brightness appeared in the sky. 
It looked like we were going to be treated to a bit of a sunny spell. 
I thought I'd chance a cycle to the Vico and was pleasantly surprised to find the place deserted. 
It is so rare these days. I had the place to myself and suddenly the swimming togs seemed obsolete.