Our visit to the garden today was punctuated by thunder and lightening and torrential rain. Just before the deluge I had time to take some photos in stunning light and chat to returning yurters.
The chicks were sheltering under the mother hen but we could only see the white one.
Then we sheltered in the polytunnel for a welcome cuppa, listening to the rain drumming on the plastic with occasional claps of thunder and flashes of lightening. All very dramatic.
As soon as there was a break in the downpour, we made a run for it, squelching through the gate to the car.