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Build-up of high pressure…

on 20 July 2006 , 6:16 am 7 | 0 views

ANYONE still up? I think the dry spell just ended… hopefully only temporarily. Lots of thunder and lightning; maybe it‘ll clear the air on Slugger too!

  • overhere

    can you send some over here I am spending two hours every night watering the allotment with watering cans and I have to say though the tomatoes and artichokes look great I am K*ackered. but from what I can see on the BBC website no rain on the horizon

  • Alan

    Wonderful light show at 2.30 this morning. NIE are saying there were 1000 lightning strikes.

    So – the old one – is it safe to ype away in the middle of a lightning storm?

  • Mick Fealty

    Overhere,

    My earlies have just cowped. The parsley and the Swiss Chard are loving it. Thankfully they are just by the back door so I’ve been hosing them each evening. Been there with the allotment, so you have my sympathies.

  • CaveCanem

    Oi – I thought the Ulster Vegetable Farmers was a banned organisation?!?
    Was indeed terrific storm, woke me up at 2.20am, there was hardly any gap between the lightning and thunder, it must have been right overhead.
    Which made me too scared to go and close the window in case I got struck ;P
    In Paris two Augusts ago I was woken by the thunderclap of doom. In my just-awake sleepy-headedness, I thought for a few minutes that I was in the midst of the end times.
    Felt very embarrassed afterwards……..

  • overhere

    We have had a hose pipe ban here since April, though not allowed to use hose pipes on the allotment period. Th eonly upside is that I have arms that get admiring glances LOL but too kn*ckered to pursue the aforesaid glances 🙂

    been having a running battle with the pigeons who ate all my blackcurrents so no blackcurrent jam and cassis this year and the foxes who are digging everything. Managed to get the gooseberries in time though and made 18LB of gooseberry jam with cloves in it. Just like my gran use to

  • Mick Fealty

    My worst experience of a thunder storm was in the French Alps. My friend and I had just been regaled by a story (possibly apocraphal) of a Swedish couple who were fused to their ground sheet after their tent was hit by lightening.

    When it came on in the middle of the night, we both looked at each other and shouted, “meet you in the toilet block”. When I got there it was nearly full of refugees clutching their sleeping bags. But no sign of my mate.

    An hour and a half later I struggled back to the undisturbed tent to discover that neither of us had noticed that in our blind panic we’d each run in opposite directions and ended up at opposite ends of the camp site.

  • I took my family up to the top of Mt. Lassen, a sort of dormant volcano that is just shy of 3200 m. It was dead clear when we started but when we were climbing over the boulders on the magma cap in the crater clouds started to gather. A savvy mountain man, I thought that maybe it would be a good idea to get the family out of there.

    No sooner had we got off the cap and were climbing up out of the crater I heard the first distant rumble. I looked over at my wife and every strand of her hair was standing straight out.

    We ran down the mountain.