I refuse to ever live sodden wet like that again
, but it's not a killer, just utterly miserable.
We were all wearing wool underlayers (long sleeved vest and long johns above normal underwear), combat trousers and waterproof overtrousers and gaiters. Wool jumpers and hats, waterproof jackets. Heavy hiking socks and leather boots. Once wet, everything stayed wet. We shivered until it was warm wet and kept the wind off us using the waterproofs. There was no way we were stripping off to cross twenty torrential becks and flooded meadows every day, we just kept moving until the job was done.
Was it wise?
Duhh! No! but it's done now. Not to be recommended but it can be done, so long as you can keep moving. Cotton bras, panties and combats were the worst. Cold, clammy and weighed a ton when wet
and rucksac straps rub you raw; the skin may not absorb much water but it absorbs enough to leave any rub mark vulnerable to becoming a sore. Shoulders and waists and necklines were the worst bits.
Smir (sometimes smirr) is very fine misty rain, like being inside a cloud
Cheers,
Toddy, who has spent a beautiful day on Loch Lomondside
I've got to learn to fit photos into the text