The morning is jolly good by all accounts. 3pm brings a storm and it all goes to pot. The wind dies and when it does decide to pick up again, swings firmly north west.
the storm cometh
having touched the stone of Christ and developed a stigmata,
Trev decides he's now blessed enough to dodge the lightening with his indoor fliers
very, very, very close pass (camera man papped his pants)
a clear demonstration of calm air
the storm pass-eth away
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