I am sure Cornish rain is wetter than anywhere else!- it pelts down in big silvery baubles, slushing down the back of your neck, penetrating scarves, hats,hoods. Even the birds have disappeared as you slosh along on your walk with the water pouring out of the gutters. Then, later, you cross the river to see friends and it is like a Famous Five adventure- torch glittering in the raindrops, engine bubbling, the sound of your water-proofs squeaking against the plastic seats, waves gently pummelling the side of the little boat. the lights at the other side get closer, brighter, you step out onto "dry" land- (bit of a mis-nomer there!) and get a warm welcome, fortifying food and drink. Then, much later, back into the little craft, sliding across the by now flat calm sea and home to a nice warm toddy. But I have to say, roll on the warmth and the sun!!