Watching the rain lashing down this afternoon, I was reminded of when I went to live in Marseille for a year, a long long time ago. It was at the end of a glorious summer here in the UK, and a few days after my arrival in Provence, the rains began to fall. And kept on falling in a way quite beyond anything I had ever experienced.
People would smile and say it must remind me of home. Not really, I answered and bought my first ever umbrella and a pair of red Wellingtons. I wore the Wellingtons today, so they have served me well both sides of the Channel.
Tomorrow I am in the dry again. It’s the Palace of Westminster this time, and I am Guide Number One on the rota. It has a nice ring to it, don’t you think.
If you are on one of tours tomorrow, do say hello. Or if you want to find out about visiting parliament, the information you need is here.