Football signed at Rabe

But it looked so good. The sky was clear but you never can tell on the meseta. The wind was blowing 60mph and I could hardly walk. The rain had loomed ominously then smash. Hail stones at ankle height. As I tried to descend into the valley at Hornillos the wind and hail were stopping me going down the 500feet to the valley floor. I have never come so close to lying down and letting it pass, but the path was sodden. I did think I could aqua plane to the bottom. After 15 minutes the storm had gone and with it anything dry I had. Water had invaded my boots from the ankles and was trying to escape with every step. This is pish, I thought, then I thought, nah, sittin in a call centre is pish, this is rain!