Hey Billkins - do you or your lady ever do Folk Festivals? It is just possible we have met.
My favourite thunderstorm was a very special moment. In 1987 I visited England for the first time, travelling with my parents. We had driven most of the day and having found a place to stay reached Stonehenge at about 4 pm. The place was a real disappointment - crawling with bus loads of tourists, fences kept you well back from the stones, hawk harriers jets flying low overhead and a busy road nearby was full of peak hour traffic.
We returned to the carpark and made ourselves a cup of tea to get over the dissapointment. To our delight one by one the tour buses left, and ominous clouds drew in. It began to rain gently so we grabbed our umbrellas and went back to the stones. Almost all of the tourists were running for shelter, eaving only about 10 people in total in the whole compound.
Picture it ...dark clouds caught by the wind sent great shadows dancing across the fields. The sun was low and a gloomy, moody light fell over the whole scene. The huge, blue black stones reared up sillouhetted against the grey sky, in majestic and splendid isolation. Suddenly great flashes of sheet lightening lit the horizen behind the stones, and a few moments later thunder growled and rumbled over the rolling hills.
Now THATS the way to see Stonehenge
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