I was walking along happy that it wasn’t so hot; happy that I hadn’t eaten too much lunch so I could walk briskly; happy to be alive and ( not-so) young and out in the fresh air; happy to be looking at the green young green grass and the lavender sprays of flowers on the jacarandas and the buildings and the people and happy that I was wearing my rainproof jacket when it started to rain. Suddenly I was the only person on the road still striding along. Everyone had disappeared into the protection of awnings and shops. I kept smiling till I realized that my feet were getting very very wet. So I joined a crowd under a porch.
People started gazing in wonder at the hailstones that were pelting down, hitting the ground and then disappearing. Everyone was excited and smiling. Some people put out their hands. ‘I can’t catch any’ they exclaimed in various languages around me. A man took one little piece from the ground to show it to his kids who were rather scared by this new phenomenon. We shared a camaraderie that was wrought by Mother Nature. Rather like Iceland suddenly proving its existence and overriding all our plans.
For many people, Im sure this afternoon is going to be the most memorable part of their trip overriding man-made lakes and gardens.