France
got hit by some big storms yesterday (several children were seriously
injured after being hit by lightning strikes in Paris). Our storm arrived just before midnight with
lots of flashes and bangs and torrential rain.
Electric storms always make me nervous.
My gran used to hide away anything metal inside the house during a storm (including cutlery which made
eating dinner a bit tricky) so I think I
inherited my fear from her.
One
of the worst storms I ever experienced was in Australia a couple of years
ago. We were staying in the small
seaside town of Kiama, just south of Sydney. Paul and I had walked across the
headland to a nearby rock pool adjoining the ocean and had spent a jolly hour
or two splashing around. We hadn’t
noticed the dark clouds rolling in. We
thought we could make it back home but as we got to the top of the
cliff all hell let loose. Thunder, lightning,
torrential rain, hailstones, massive gusts of wind – it was terrifying. We looked around for shelter and spotted the
quaint, white painted church perched at the top of the headland.
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| Kiama church on a sunny day |
We ran
there for sanctuary. No such luck, the
doors were locked. So we cowered in the
meagre porch (that offered no protection whatsoever) in our swimsuits and
towels, drenched and freezing cold with bolts of lightning all around us, until
the storm passed. We eventually crept
home drenched and bedraggled. Sarah, my
daughter, had just got home from work.
“Had a nice day Mum and Dad?”
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| The Headland |
It
is pouring with rain today so I shall have to console myself with food and
wine. I have made a quiche for lunch and
braved the weather to pick enough strawberries for dessert. Salut!
Back in the last Century, 1st Husband & I were helping at a local pub. He got to look after the cellar but I got to help in the kitchen. Everyday I had to make 10 quiches and 10 steak pies. Lost the will to cook since. Yours look good.
ReplyDeleteWow, that was a lot of baking. No wonder you lost the will to cook.
DeleteThe worst storm I've known here was just after I'd dropped off friends at Toulouse airport. I had to pull into a lay-by in my old Renault 4L and cower. It was truly frightening. The other night Bok came upstairs and cowered on our bed.
ReplyDeleteWe certainly get some spectacular displays out here.
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