I do / did like a good game in foul weather.
A couple of memorable ones were:
1) Falklands themed game with authentic weather. Many players had gone home before lunchtime, parts of the safe zone were blowing away, I was soaked through and covered in mud but had multiple sets of clothes allowing me to change at the break and to change for the drive home with the prospects of soaking in a hot bath when home.
(this game also gave me the stories of my broadcasting expletives on box when poking my head into a window, and the husband of a colleague arriving home to find his wife laundering my stinking bin bag of playing clothes)
2) A snowy Christmas game where I thought that I was being clever with a set of thermals.
Lovely and toasty for the morning brief, sweaty mess for game one
I would typically be fine if I’m enjoying myself in the cold and wet - provided I can look forward to later and I’ve prepared.
My body dislikes the heat, and it’s easier to warm up then cool down
But I do now have Raynaud’s phenomenon (like Raynaud’s syndrome but I’m special) - this is also just in one finger tip!
Raynaud’s plus cold equals pain - so I now don’t like the cold and I don’t like the heat
A couple of weeks back I declined the option of a game - early Sunday morning on a miserable day in a standard woods site - a warm lie in won.
Improve one of the factors and I may have been up for it
