Ossie mill

Met my friend Margaret at Oswaldtwistle mill for lunch and a mooch. We had a lovely lunch and chat. We walked in the grounds and found this mill pond which was looking quite forlorn and unloved. It was hot and sunny. 
I walked up to the the allotments and watered for Mel.
In the last hour it has got really dark and I can hear rumblings of thunder. Just now the heavens have opened (I am glad) and the rain is torrenting down, the first rain in weeks, glad I didn't water my garden. The lightning has come but the thunder has now stopped, but it is still really dark.