Infinite Improbability Drive..

OK, so I'm exaggerating a bit.. none of the events of the past 24 hours beats a sperm whale whooshing past the window of a stolen space ship that has just rescued you against all odds from death by asphyxiation in the hold of a Vogon vessel, courtesy of a strange invention called the Infinite Improbability Drive in Douglas Adam's fabulous novel, "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy"! However, driving up Munster Rd in SW London last night, I was fairly agog to see the awnings of a very chic Japanese hair salon totally shredded, apparently by massive hail stones!! I was already somewhat stunned and dazed by the monsoon-like conditions I experienced when changing trains at Clapham Junction, but huge chunks of ice?? in England?? in July?? Similarly unlikely, but a cause for jubilation not commiseration, was the news this morning that the BBC's Gaza correspondent, Alan Johnston, had finally been released after 114 days in captivity. 'Tis a strange world we live in.. I guess we have to learn to take the rough with the smooth!


Stormy light
Tuesday evening: platform 5, Clapham Junction

Earlier in the day (OK now it's suddenly got so dark - at 11:30 am - I'm going to have to turn the light on to keep typing.. More rain/hail clouds on the way no doubt!), I took the train down to Chichester to visit Aunty M and she took me for a drive to a lovely little village called Bosham, where, incidentally, there was also water everywhere courtesy of a high tide. I should have known it was a sign of things to come!


Old Bosham at high tide


Perfect weather for a family outing :)


Anglo-Saxon tower at Old Bosham