“When I go to the beach I really don’t expect rain especially in Brighton!” And I could not argue with that really. Down by the seaside I was offered to go into the watch tower to enjoy the view.
But it was raining so there was no point. I sat down on the pebbles and saw the dog running, slowly, as its feet sunk into the pebbles and slowed it down. Thankfully I was wearing heavy boots so I floated on the pebbles when I got up. The rain had turned to drizzle. There was no wind. It was good.
Next thing I knew was me walking along the railroad tracks, and looking in every direction so I would not get run over by the train or cars driving on the wrong side of the road. I found my vehicle. And drove off looking for some proper rain.