I have been considering a road-trip, as the weather forecast got sunnier and the weather started to become warmer and less damp.
Head off, I thought to myself. Give yourself a few days away on the Bandit.
Maybe leave Thursday and come back Monday?
These thoughts sounded excellent in my head.
As a result, I have spent a lot of time looking at the map.
Somewhere in Europe (I thought to myself)?
A quick trip down to the Eurotunnel, and then head southwards from Calais? Head for the warmer plains of central France?
Yes, that became the plan, a plan that was formed just 48 hours ago.
This morning I checked the weather forecast and noticed that the warmer less damp spell is not going to be quite as warm as promised.
Not even on the warmer plains of Central France!
Suddenly there’s much less of a temperature difference between the UK, and mainland Europe – at least until one gets well south of Madrid.
And even in Sevilla (where it is currently 16c) it’s pouring with rain.
What’s the point of that, Spain?
I mean, yes, a road trip would be lovely, but if the mercury is struggling to hit 4c on the mainland, and it’s 5c in Falmouth, then…
So yeah, this road-trip isn’t looking, on paper, quite as it did in my head, a mere 48 hours ago.
In fact, in my head, this road-trip is now looking like it might not actually happen.
Not unless the weather does something weird and we find ourselves in the sunny 10c that was predicted three days ago.
Or unless I head down to Falmouth.
*tries to think why that would be a good idea*