Ubiquitous headwind, tunnelling density felt like about 22 squirrels/m3. Some spots of rain by Tooting Bec. Stop to cover bag. Gradual increase in the rain as I make merry with Becky Toots. Resume the A23 in Snorbs. WTAF. Wind, rain, apocalyptic stuff. Speedy boy on a skinny bike stormed (appropriately) by me and then stopped dead in the wind halfway up the hill after the station. I laughed for 0.35s and then cried. Or tried, my tears were blasted away and replaced with icy cold rainwater.
Gave up in Greater Croydonia, there was so much water on the road. Of course, it had all stopped by the time my train got home.
It didn't just build character, it then went and got a crane and swung a giant wrecking ball into it.