Britain is famous for rain, slight rain, heavy rain, drizzle, droplets, damp fog, which is almost rain, humidity in the air that mists your face, and houses that are perpetually damp-ish on the inside (no I am not just being judgemental) I grew up in quite a good selection of them. I recently spent a weekend in a very big stately home, a non-wedding weekend with friends, and every evening I got between the clammy sheets I remembered my childhood. By the way this was this June, so in a season when it is NOT meant to be damp in a house. And while many English houses are very beautiful and more charming than anything we could ever build here, they often cannot compete with the insulation standards of the houses I have grown accustomed to this side of the channel. And at the end of the day creature comforts are quite important. Draughts and damp sheets can really make you quite miserable…….
Anyway, the English are good at just getting on with stuff in the face of rain, winds, tempests and any other adversity that life throws at them and so you can see proof of this above: when on a recent visit to a Waitrose store in the UK I was fascinated to see a pink stretch-limo in the parking lot and loads of people with umbrellas (always leave the house prepared). I am sure they still had a good time, as an English friend once said, if it rains, no matter, the nearest pub is only a short walk away.