I stood outside today and noticed how cold it was – a cold lazy wind that goes right through you rather than around you. Brrrr
It reminds me (or rather not actually) of the other kind of cold you can get – during summer when at one point you have been roasting hot and then become freezing cold because something happens. Not explaining this very well – let me elaborate…
You might remember I took part in the Highland Wild Trout Challenge on loch Shin. The final day of the competition was warm with few clouds in the sky. By late afternoon it had got even warmer and the sun was fair old blazing down but by this point the competitors were weighing the fish so it did not really matter. Anyway, once all that was out the way Alex and I decided to go out on the loch again for an evening session – it was roasting hot by this point and I can distinctly remember making the decision not to take my rain jacket – I looked at the sky – looked at my jacket and then promptly put it in the bag of the car. This was precisely the point where I made the first mistake.
Rule: Always be prepared
About half an hour later travelling down the loch we noticed the clouds coming over the hills – cant be rain clouds we thought. I was wearing a particularly un waterproof “Hoodie” from Gap which I just knew was not going to give me much protection against moisture but by gawd we were there to fish an evening session and that is what we were going to do. To cut a long story short we caught lots of fish, and I became freezing cold as my top became saturated with water – cold water at that. My teeth were actually chattering. Chilled to the bone took on a whole new meaning. Iron man Alex meanwhile is made of sturdier stuff (plus he was wearing a fleece) and rather gallantly offered to head back or even give me his top but I decided that seeing as how I had made the mistake I should pay for it. We fished on and had a cracking night. I managed to moan as little as possible as we fished – a trait that I am unashamed of admitting…
I slept most of the journey home, although kept trying to keep the conversation going with my eyes closed – “I am not sleeping” I promised between snores.
Back in Alex’s parents house (bugger camping two nights) I have never felt more comfy curled up in a cosy bed – the chill gradually edging away.
There is a lesson in there somewhere – something to do with jackets probably !