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Sitting on the high moors recently I was having my lunch and watching a storm starting to gather over Birks Fell, casting an eerie light on the meadows and the fields.

I could taste the ozone and feel the change in the atmosphere, and the air started to grow colder. I didn’t hang about – I got down off the moors sharpish – not a good idea to be up there in a thunder storm – but I still had to get to the car without getting drenched.

I sheltered behind a wall and waited until the storm had passed (it seemed like ages) and made it back relatively intact.