I did not expect a thunderstorm when I set out this morning but it was a bit scary to be under the underpass on the way back from the Techno Centre and seeing water rising rapidly from the drain when I was sheltering there with a fellow colleague.
We had taken shelter there briefly thinking we would wait till the brunt of the heavy rain abate before going into the town centre but when I saw that we might be flooded instead, I ventured out - I am not sure how the Invacare chair would have held out against the rising flood water. It was bucketing it down but I managed to cross the road and take refuge in Brown's pub for a hot cup of tea and cake.
It brought back memories of a similar incident at Austin when I got caught in a downpour. There is nothing that could make me feel so vulnerable as when there is only an umbrella between you and the rain - and you cannot be rescued because the power chair is not easy to accomodate and even if I could have called a taxi, I cannot see the taxi driver being happy about getting out in the rain to get the ramp in place. Nor the bus driver.