Yes, the farmer's intuition was correct and the hay which turned into silage was gathered in just in time. All afternoon black clouds lurked round the horizon and he could hear faint rumbles of thunder (I couldn't as the sound was not loud enough to penetrate my hearing aid). At about half past six it came - here it was just one flash of lightning and around five minutes of rain (measuring only 1mm), but at my son's house, half a mile away, there was a downpour and large lumps of ice fell from the sky - so large that he feared they would damage the roof of his car.
It was still very hot when we went to bed and I rather thought that a crash of thunder had woken me up at half past midnight. I got up and went into the back bedroom and the sky was filled with amazing flashes of lightning - seven or eight all at once and all over the sky. We went back to sleep but this morning the lane was wet and the garden had obviously had rain. The rain gauge showed we had had another seven millimetres - so another storm in the night then. It is still hot this morning We are just not used to this kind of weather are we?
Tess is spending her time laid on the utility room's stone floor - back legs splayed out so that her tummy lies along the cool surface. Must say I rather feel like doing the same myself.
The farmer has just brought in the first three sprigs of our sweet peas. Just to show you lot further South (and in France, Cro) how late our garden is up here in the (usually) cold North.