I'll have to retreat into a form of inverted snobbery and say as if I'd wanna do any of that stuff when I can wander around the shire in what seems the perpetual rainy season. Did I tell you I also got to run around Coaley Peak with my 6 year old daughter yesterday in the pissing rain, laughing our heads off, soaking wet but ecstatically happy, whilst my 8 year old daughter and her Mum bottled it and sat in the car instead.  I'm living it large boys...