A little Lamb

As I was heading home, it certainly didn't feel like the hottest day since blah blah blah.  And from the pictures I took of Lamb's House, it doesn't look it, either. 

But when I got to the station,  the "phew what a scorcher" weather seemed to have led to (in the words of the Fat Controller) confusion and delay. An "incident involving lightning" was, I believe, the excuse.  

A new one on me. It all meant I got home two hours later than planned.