Paul said he would join Rick and me on our afternoon walk. I put my walking boots on and put Rick in his harness while Paul went downstairs to the buanderie to get some prawns out of the freezer for dinner. Ten minutes later Rick and I are still waiting for Paul to appear so we went in search; the doorway to the buanderie is low and I thought maybe he had knocked himself out. He was still upright and conscious but struggling with a broken bag of prawns that apparently had exploded and fired prawns in all directions.
Twenty minutes later Paul finally joined us for our walk. Rick was excited and impatient to get going. It was very warm so we were both wearing t-shirts and shorts. We had just gone through the gap in the laurel hedge when there was an enormous clap of thunder directly overhead. Paul and I looked at each other and decided to go back to the house, much to Rick’s disgust. Not a moment too soon because suddenly the heavens opened and down came the rain.
|a newly formed stream running by our ferns|
If the prawns hadn’t exploded we would have been a long way from home when the storm broke so I guess we were lucky. Not sure what we’re having for dinner tonight though.