I found a very useful lightning map, and watched the storms come trogging up the Channel long before they reached my part of the world. Thus I was sitting up ready in bed, curtains drawn back, watching for the first flashes when they began. It was a good storm, though not a classic; lightning in profusion, often every second or two, mostly glowing weirdly in the clouds, sometimes rushing like rivers horizontally across the sky, occasionally laying itself out in archetypal dendritic patterns. We were on the skirts of the action, so much of this happened in silence, with just a few of the nearer bolts banging and rumbling – nothing to frighten the horses – and the excitement was over in about 90 minutes.
Bit sleepy today, though.