john conway (CSG - ACA)
Well-known member
I was out Chubbing last night on the Ribble and most of the night was spent in, what as a lad the grown ups would call, really wetting rain.
Back then, someone would come in our house wet through and my Mum would say "you look drowned love, is it raining hard?" “No” they would say, “it's only drizzling, you know the really wet stuff"
Well last night was just like that, it drizzled all through the session and I’ve never been as wet. The rain got everywhere, even my liquidised bread turned into mash. The inside of my rucksack and its contents were all wet. All through the session, there was no heavy pitter-patter or drumming of rain on my very large brolly, but every now and then the wind would pick up and flutter the brolly and I’d feel a soft gentle spray on my face. It was drizzling under my brolly.
So, have any of you heard the saying: -
“it's only drizzling, you know the really wet stuff"?
Back then, someone would come in our house wet through and my Mum would say "you look drowned love, is it raining hard?" “No” they would say, “it's only drizzling, you know the really wet stuff"
Well last night was just like that, it drizzled all through the session and I’ve never been as wet. The rain got everywhere, even my liquidised bread turned into mash. The inside of my rucksack and its contents were all wet. All through the session, there was no heavy pitter-patter or drumming of rain on my very large brolly, but every now and then the wind would pick up and flutter the brolly and I’d feel a soft gentle spray on my face. It was drizzling under my brolly.
So, have any of you heard the saying: -
“it's only drizzling, you know the really wet stuff"?