Freak hail storm

with a flash of lightning and clap of thunder barely a second apart.
Beyond the white winter clematis to the left you can see a cloth hung over my mirror where the blue tits, and earlier a cock blackbird, had been battling their images.  I first painted  the mirror with flour and water but the tits still managed to see themselves and continued their reign of terror, shredding the leaves of my loganberry which ran across the mirror in their futy at seeing competitors.