"You're fried"

Very, very frightening...

Ach, not really, but certainly distracting. Especially when these big clouds appear in your rear view mirror on the drive home, and you end up taking numerous zig-zaggy detours off the main drag to try and manoeuvre into a good position to snap them without at the same time getting drenched from their content. Or fried by their power to zap (heard a couple of thunder claps, no lightning that I could see though and I would have been scurrying back to the car with my big metal tripod had there been anyhow).

The old Kincardine Bridge, the forgotten Forth crossing, provided a good focus and gives a good sense of scale to the whole scene. That's some mean looking cotton wool up there today.

Talking of mean, off to watch the chinless and brainless brigade having a saveloy like cockernee finger pointed at them off Lord Sugar.

"You're fried!"

Big Clouds