Mick F wrote:Winter is horrible.
Wet, damp, cold, dark mornings and evenings, frost, snow, sleet, horrible.
Summer is dry, warm, gentle, balmy, long days, wonderful.
Har har - how long must one live in that soft southern place before even a former Northerner turns into, well, a soft southern jessie, eh, eh?
On the other hand, cycling in the stuff you mention can be trying. It is a-one of those pleasures best characterised as "nice when it stops". But we 'ard Northerners, even the ones who have decamped to balmy West Wales, love it. Oh yes we do!
But why not walk the collie in that weather? Collies love it and this eventually persuades the human to also absorb the strange pleasures of trudging through wet snow as the wind tries to rip off your eyelids whilst pushing your lips off your teeth so it can make them ache. Distract (and also warm) yourself by chucking the stick a few dozen times.
Anyroadup, masochism is highly underrated!
Cugel, actually now a softlad hisself.