Really chucking down on the way to the port, but I mastered the rain cape and did not get too wet in the process. The route below includes a bit of cross country which I suspect gave me a taste of things to come (i.e. muddy roads with puddles) in the equatorial regions of Africa.
On the way into town I though it was time to immortalise the precarious weather conditions into the inevitable selfie.
Believe it or not it stopped raining almost as soon as I got to Portsmouth, I found a place to leave the bike and off I am exploring the city for the last few hours in Britain.
In the spirit of trying everything the locality has to offer I also had some Welks from a seafront stall. I could almost feel Tarn kicking me as she used to do when I was randomly ordering oysters or other seafood without a care for the possible consequences.