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I pull over. The rain is hammering against the windscreen. It has rained relentlessly for the best part of the day. Even with my wipers on full pelt I can barely see the road ahead. 

So I pull over into a lay-by next to a wood.  The kind of place you would have found discarded porn mags back when I was growing up.

Occasionally a truck goes by in a blur of spray and rocks the car, but mostly its quiet; Just the odd bit of faint twittering or rustling and the arrhythmic ticking of rain drops on...