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Soaring temperatures and scorching sunshine but now the light has gone at least temporarily and the rain has found a new place to fall. 
The spectacular thunderstorms over the past few evenings have not been for the faint-hearted. Secluded as we are here, every frightening flash and majestic boom from the thunder is exagerated from the raised location of where we live.
Maco hides away under the old hen house from the slightest distant rumble leaving us with little fearless Harik.
Cat, we have no idea where she goes..
What the rain does do is save us an hour of watering the vegetable garden in the evening. The butt providing the polytunnel's needs.
A constant requirement is to check for weather updates, even more frequently than before, when the only concerns were whether to take an umbrella or not.