The sonic highlight of my brief camping holiday was dozing on my back on an air bed under an oak tree in the hot afternoon sun, gentle breeze brushing against my skin, red glow of sunlight filtering through eyelids when screaming out of the blue a Tornado flew low over me, passing from my feet to my head. Close enough that I felt the infrasound pressing against my chest and then with a massive whoosh it was gone as soon as it came, raw power sweeping through the sky, leaving only the angry bleating of startled sheep berating the metal bird of death as it vanished beyond the horizon.
Posted on: Sun, 25 Aug 2013 10:23:23 +0000
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