This probably won't apply to those fellows that are still serving. Yesterday I was in France for the MotoGP race at Le Mans. The weather was absolutely fcuking atrocious on the way across and the way back. On track I was sitting there in a big pile of mud and sh*t in my waterproofs feeling miserable with the rain dripping off my nose and getting into my boots and other uncovered places. I suddenly realised that I hadn't felt this uncomfortable since my last range day. I suddenly cheered up and started smiling to myself, drawing strange looks from the surrounding froggies. The weather on the ride up to Calais was minging. My feet were sodden and the rain soaked me down the back of my neck, but I was in heaven. I'd forgotten how good feeling wet and miserable was and realised that you could still feel this way in Civvie Strasse. I reckon I might wait till the next storm (shouldn't take long ) and go and bivvy up on Dartmoor. Can anyone else think of things that remind you of your squaddie time? Like eating a tin of cheap Lidl stew reminding you of all in range scoff. And Hallveg, if you ever call me a fair weather rider again, I'll hide your lunch.