A tornado
Stormy wind-lashed night. Woke late and caught the late train which was redirected to various outposts of Empire as someone had been taken ill on the Brighton Line.
Got to work in lovely sun, but within twenty minutes the sky had darkened and a brooding thunderous cloud flashing with lightning passed over the river. It then proceeded two miles north and turned into a tornado, ripping off a roof or two in Kensal Rise, which was a surprise as London is not famed for tornadoes.
Otherwise work fine. Swam at lunchtime, and out with nice Max the Mentor in the evening to Bayswater where we had a pleasant Thai meal and a good chat.
Arrived back in Brighton at 1.00am after a long draggy journey home on the slow train.
Stormy wind-lashed night. Woke late and caught the late train which was redirected to various outposts of Empire as someone had been taken ill on the Brighton Line.
Got to work in lovely sun, but within twenty minutes the sky had darkened and a brooding thunderous cloud flashing with lightning passed over the river. It then proceeded two miles north and turned into a tornado, ripping off a roof or two in Kensal Rise, which was a surprise as London is not famed for tornadoes.
Otherwise work fine. Swam at lunchtime, and out with nice Max the Mentor in the evening to Bayswater where we had a pleasant Thai meal and a good chat.
Arrived back in Brighton at 1.00am after a long draggy journey home on the slow train.
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