The end

Of our heatwave.

Last night we had hailstones the size of marbles and crazy, gusty winds.

I thought the storm had skipped us, but no.

Walking with Jake along the river, there were a surprising number of trees down. Even the local council were caught out.

The guys in the white van casually pootling along, stopping to empty the bins, as & when, where stumped (sorry) when they found this, Jake and I could scootch under, whilst listening to their van beep, beeping in reverse for a mile or so...