Even though it is our reality almost every single day, we Brits are truly awful at planning for bad weather.
Take me this weekend. I headed out to Loch Lomond in the Scottish Highlands in a pair of woolen trainers, a hoodie, and a hastily packed umbrella. Raincoat? Walking boots? Nah, I’d left them back at home in Wales. Didn’t think I’d need them even though I was visiting Scotland.
Dumbass.
Despite my stupidity, I truly had the best time outside today. Even though most of the day looked like this:
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