That's precisely what happened to yesterday's walk. I realised just after 8am that we probably wouldn't be going, for the simple reason that our cat came in and jumped on the bed, and when I cuddled him he was damp around the edges.
S phoned around 10.30 just to say that she'd also realised the same thing. I nearly called back not long after midday to talk about where we'd have got to when it started coming down in stair-rods. Walking in that kind of rain is definitely not a fun thing to do.
Fair-weather walkers? Yup, you betcha!
