We decided quite late after a steaming hot summer day to head for the Yacht Club for supper and so that the kids could swim in their pool. Alas, we had barely arrived and settled ourselves when a westerly buster came through followed by non-stop thunder and lightning. A hasty retreat indoors, and we completed our drinks and meal under shelter.
The journey home was undertaken in one of the heaviest deluges I have ever travelled through. Younger Daughter did the driving, and had to keep her wits about her. It is the first occasion I ever remember every motorist on a motorway having hazard lights flashing while all travelling at only about 40Kph.
At home, the thunder continued unabated and sheet lightning constantly lit up the sky. It reminded me of up north in the tropics, where this is more common. Perhaps a little cyclone off Madagascar may have something to do with it.
Now we have a mystery to contend with. Maltese poodle Gemma was nowhere to be found when we got home. Virtually impossible for her to have got out of the grounds, so where is she? Cowering in the tight spaces under the house, perhaps? Tomorrow, without thunder, I will have to mount a search.
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