We were enjoying our lunch 'al fresco' in the pitstop, sitting lazily in the warm sunshine.
Then, just after one o'clock, the hailstones started to clatter down all around us!
They were as large as small marbles
I had managed back into the house in time, but Glen was still trapped in the pitstop!
Our neighbour's roof gutters were overflowing and water was splattering eveywhere..
Icy 'stones' sat in a drift on the conservatory roof.
Oh, yes! The joys of moving down to the 'sunny south'
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