We had a cracker of a thunder storm last night, I also had a cracking head ache, a meat cleaver to the skull sort of headache, I’m not sure if it was the pain killers or the passing of the storm that cleared it, but like the clouds it lifted I felt up to zipping up the hill to try and catch the last of the light.
It was fading fast, so I’ll just have to tell you it was quite stunning as I don’t think the photos come anywhere near capturing it, across the valley, a thin foam of cloud spilled over the plateau, like boiling milk over the edge of a saucepan, they flowed away in a matter of minuets.
To the west clearing skies and a sunset that has since delivered it’s promise of a fine day to day.
The trees and vegetation were dripping with storm water and this hawthorne tree had a wonderful honeyed scent. There’s a word for the smell of earth after a storm, Joker the lurcher knows what it is, I should have made a note of it when he posted about it, ha ha, I’ve found it, it’s petrichor)
The local TV transmitter must have taken a lightening hit as ITV disappeared off our screens during the storm and hasn’t been seen since, but why is the BBC still there? it’s a mystery to me, can someone explain please?