Goodness, but that was an exciting storm

It's been threatening thunder and rain and wind all morning.  And now the thunderstorm has arrived.

There's been bright lightning and loud thunder claps, followed by a rolling grumble of thunder echoing around the valley.  Mostly it sounds grumpy rather than angry.

Until just now when there was an enormously bright flash of lightning, followed immediately by such a deafeningly loud clap of thunder that it almost made the windows rattle.  It certainly made us jump.  And all the birds flew in a mighty woosh up into the large trees in the field.  Marlo is somehwere out on the farm.  I am expecting him back very shortly, dripping wet and wanting to be towelled dry!!

And it's such a contrast to yesterday.  Yesterday was sunny and warm and bright and shiny.  We pottered about and ambled lazily out to Chatsworth and pootled around in the garden centre, pottered around in the shop and came home via the Wingerworth garden centre - where we hardly ever go for some reason. Not sure why, because it's quite a nice little garden centre.  We sat outside in the late afternoon and evening sunshine and drank wine and thought about the garden and allotment and gently drifted along.

I do not think we will be sitting outside this afternoon or evening!!

So we are sitting inside now, waiting for our roast lamb and roast potatoes to be ready.  About 2:00, I think.  I have opened a bottle of red wine to accompany it.  And I am about to dash outside between rain showers for some oregano for the gravy.  I am hopeful of a peaceful and leisurely afternoon and evening