We seem to spend most of our recent weekends travelling back and forth to Somerset. On Saturday morning we were at Olympia in London, fairly hot and stuffy up there especially on the balcony under the glass roof. We left London mid-afternoon and travelled on down to Somerset, after a quick stop at home, to join my family for another Birthday and to watch England depart from the World Cup - at this point a low decended over the birthday party and everthing just fizzled out.
After a stop-over, we woke this morning to dark skies and rumbles of thunder. The storm went on for about and hour or so with a few good sightings of fork lightning before it all cleared. That was a real high for me, just wasn't expecting a storm and so much more fun than watching England fall short of the final stages yet again.