Why, you use a raincoat, of course.
Eliza has named her rented cello Annabelle, and Annabelle conveniently comes in a case with backpack straps, so Eliza's
Sherpa mother carries Annabelle. But we cannot risk Annabelle getting wet. So Ian gallantly lent her his jacket. I mean, mackintosh.
The good news was, it didn't rain. But oh, friends, did it GUST. Great galumphing gusts of wind, pushing against us as we rode. Glancing at my shadow, I could easily tell that I was carrying Anne of Green Gables on my back, and she was proudly wearing a dress with puffed sleeves, holding her arms aloft for all to see. What's more, as you can see from the photo, I couldn't escape the feeling that she was looking down on me. And furthermore, she was absolutely creating wind resistance. Think of Michael Phelps slicing through water in his aerodynamic suit, and then think of the total opposite. That was us. Eliza kept laughing from behind, and I kept laughing at my own self, and when we got to her teacher's house, we had a good hearty laugh with Miss Elizabeth.
That's us, just doing our part to keep the citizens of Cambridge well and thoroughly entertained.