Hail hail

The storm clouds rolled in and the thunder growled and rumbled for a good 20 minutes heralding the arrival of the the lightening.

Then the hail bucketed down and crashed against the steel roof. Dave, the ever optimist that he is, rushed out and scooped up a pile of hailstones to create this cloud-based whisky delight.

One hour later, the sun was out again. The whisky, of course, was well and truly gone. An ephemeral treat.