A little later . . .
I was washing up at the kitchen sink and saw a crowd of runners pass by. It was windy and raining and some of them were making a vague attempt at keeping themselves dry by wearing an odd assortment of pink bin-bags and pac-a-mac type rainwear and some odd bods carrying strange objects which I have no indication what they were. As I write this at 10.20 the sun has come out and we have another hour at least before we can venture out in the car.