I had an umbrella, naturally, and it was one of those times I drag myself out with something vaguely specific - (?) - in mind. My jeans got soaked up to the knees with the familiar Scottish drizzle now transported, courtesy climate change, to Mallorca. Sitting in a bar having some coffee half-an-hour later felt strange; perhaps I should just have gone home and taken them off. Having or not having them on at home now makes not a heap of difference. :-(
I was going to call this snap Abbey Road, but I've already done that before with something else.
Anyway, I think I gave myself a cold.