I’m having a walk in the countryside. It was sunny when I left my apartment, so I have on light denim jacket, thin cotton leggings and a pair of comfortable boots. However, it isn’t long before the weather takes a turn for the worse. I’m in the middle of open moorland when the grey menacing clouds start to gather and the wind begins to grow cold and strong. I’m miles from any shelter and I’m not wearing anything waterproof, so I know I’m in for a real soaking when the sky bursts and it starts to pour. The fresh breeze and the rain on my face is cold, but does bring one unexpected pleasure.....

I’m having a walk in the countryside. It was sunny when I left my apartment, so I have on light denim jacket, thin cotton leggings and a pair of comfortable boots. However, it isn’t long before the weather takes a turn for the worse. I’m in the middle of open moorland when the grey menacing clouds start to gather and the wind begins to grow cold and strong. I’m miles from any shelter and I’m not wearing anything waterproof, so I know I’m in for a real soaking when the sky bursts and it starts to pour. The fresh breeze and the rain on my face is cold, but does bring one unexpected pleasure...the loosening of my bladder. I stand in the middle of a field, and feeling at one with nature, I open the floodgates and let a hot wet stream run through my leggings, and down my legs into my boots. Now I’m even wetter than before, but the release feels warm and is steaming in the cold crisp air. After finishing, I carry on walking, as I really must get out of here and find some shelter. And I’ve a sneaky suspicion that the farmer who’s field I’m in might not appreciate me giving his pasture my own particular watering ;)