PUT some people in a car, it seems, and they enter a bubble in wet weather. Their own little world is cut off from the courtesies and considerate behaviour expected in normal day-to-day living.

In life generally I find the vast majority of people in the Poole and Bournemouth behave well. They are patient in queues, give you a cursory nod to acknowledge your existence when you happen to walk past them, smile when serving you in shops and behave with a generous spirit towards, for example, charity collectors.

Even in cars, most drivers show pleasing politeness in indicating their thanks if you let them out on to a busy road at a junction in the same way that pedestrians say ‘thank you’ when you stop at a zebra or even a pelican crossing.

But when it rains certain otherwise normal humans transform into inconsiderate prats.

Rain means puddles. And puddles in the road means, obviously, you should drive with caution.

Why? Because those of us who still like to do that old-fashioned thing called walking find ourselves getting, at best, splashed or, at worst, saturated by the fountain of often muddy spray gushing up from the tyres of idiots driving over puddles at undue speed.

The hotspot for this selfish behaviour by drivers has to be Poole Park which seems to attract puddles in the road and path that make it seem like a mini-Lake District during downpours.

All I ask is that drivers in their nice dry cars try to avoid puddles or, when that’s not possible, go through them as slowly as possible. Just think of soaked pedestrians for once. And remember what it’s like to be in totally sodden clothes. Take care.

FE, Parkstone