It’s surprising how rarely it rains as I run or swim on the Heath. But today it was that classic English grey. The kind of thick blanketing cloud that you see when you fly into the UK from abroad, covering the British Isles like an oversized, over-washed grey duvet.
And then it did rain as I swam. A gentle misty rain with drops so light that they only created a tiny, transient ripple.
All very relaxing, until a tufted duck bobbed out of the water in front of me. His yellow eye looked as surprised as I was.