It rained, and rained, and rained. I didn't really give it that much thought. The traffic lights at Winnersh Triangle were out this morning, and still out this evening; the M4 was surprisingly straightforward on the way home. But by the time I got near Grazeley, I was weaving in-between puddles, and eventually just driving on water in the hope that it wasn't too deep. The lights on the Polo aren't great and the light of the oncoming traffic doesn't really help either. I suspect I would have been much more hesitant if it had been daylight and I had seen the state of the roads on which I was driving.