I saw the weather forecast, but decided to risk it anyway. Luckily, predicted morning showers didn’t materialise, and I pedalled to the railway station through glorious sunshine. Dry as a bone, I caught my train to Middlesbrough. It was the return journey later that day that undid me. With each southward mile back to our nearest town of Thirsk, the sky darkened. The morning forecast had anticipated slight chances of early evening electric storms; now they looked probable.