March 20, 2012
LAST night the much-needed
rain in Spain
Along with hail, accompanied
by thunder and lightning - the full Hammer
Horror works, in fact. How could we have a massive hailstorm after a hot day?
Glen assumed what is fast
becoming his default position – cowering beneath the steering wheel – while
David ventured out to shift chairs, tables and the dog’s blanket into the
shelter of the awning. He came in cradling a hailstone the size of my little
fingernail in his hand.
We’d been having such a
lovely, relaxing time, too. Now I was hanging out of the window in the middle
of the night photographing a torrent rushing under our van - which was parked
on the lowest pitch on the site - and washing our doormat away. Then the awning
collapsed under the weight of water.
Just as well that we’d
invested in two pairs of crocs to splash about in, and that I hadn’t got round
to doing any washing to hang out.
So much for my predictions
of a drought.
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