As we walked around the park I was boiling in my puffer jacket- I had to vent three times and ended up taking the hood down and my hat off. On the way back to the house I my arms the were suddenly cold. They were soaked through and the cold had started to bite. I was reminded of a conversation I'd had with Tobermory......
To set the scene: your pal the bushwacker is seeking advise before facing 'difficult' clients
Tobermory [who you met here]: (kindly wise eyes a twinkle)
'You're ready, you think you can do it'
SBW: (looking across the yawning chasm between our levels of talent, wisdom and experience)
'I guess so'.
Tobermory: 'What are you doing to buy insurance?'
SBW: 'Reduce the variables, I don't want any surprises. Find consistent capabilities and build from there.'
Tobermory: 'even more useful if you know the operational range of those capabilities'
SBW: 'Ahh I getcha! Like a down jacket is the warmest thing in the world while your stood still, but as the warmth starts to make you sweat, moisture rises into the down which losses its thermal efficacy, and the rising heat makes the snow melt on the outside surface, wetting the down from the outside, further lowering the jackets TOG value '
Tobermory 'It's your metaphor. I have no idea what you're talking about but it looks as though it works for you'
SBW: 'its camping gear, for harsh conditions'
Tobermory: Yes I've experienced those, where room service isn't 24 hour, Brrrrr'
Keep warm guys