Unlike Meg, I love thunder storms. Meg does not, she heralds their arrival by bunking down under the boss’s rocking chair in the kitchen, thereby managing to get in his way whilst he works and mine whilst I try to cook. Fortunately Meg is happily esconced at Jan’s farm with lots of other dogs to keep her company and I am in Norfolk, and I have just enjoyed one of the most spectacular storms for long time.
It began with rain, real rain, rain that turned into hail
and then turned into this.
Then the boss thought a spot of fishing might not go amiss.
I do love a good storm.