Today it was warm, 30C, humid and from about 3:00pm there was the distant rumbling of approaching thunder. Enough to make Lily seek refuge wedged between the couch and the little side table. Enough to warn us to get the washing off the line. Enough to advise that there would be a welcome relief to the heat in the way of a summer storm. About 4:30 ish a mighty sweep of wind came billowing in from the north west, the rain began to drive at about 45 degrees and we had hail . . . not just nice little bouncy bits of ice but hail . . golf ball sized hail . . .it was quick, it was hard, it was deafening on the car port roof, violent and it was all over in 10 minutes, leaving nothing but an eery steamy haze over the garden as the heat evapourated these giants.
To give you an idea, Clare and Fringelet were watching this in their bikinis . . it wasn't cold although the water produced by melting hail was. It was HOT. After the storm, it's now about 28C, overcast and humid. There is still ice in our valley gutters and against the laundry wall. This country is weird when it comes to weather.