What Happened to Cloudbursts?

I have busy collecting my stories together for the final ‘Made in Chertsey’ book. It’s taking longer than I thought. I saw this snippet of my virtual walk around St Annes Hill, and in my mind, I come across one of the long-lost summer houses that were thoughtfully placed to be within easy reach to shelter whenever a cloudburst threatened. Or on one of those very hot days when the tar on the side of the roads would melt and bubble. A hot day seemed to be really hot in days gone by, or maybe I am just remembering the drama of them.

We never hear of a ‘Cloudburst’ these days, but then, they seemed to always follow one of these very hot days, generally after a bank holiday or more likely during one. Being able to shelter in one of these summer houses, was a delight, thunder and lightning and the torrential rain that fell in such huge drops that it made the dry sand dance a foot high and make dusty bubbles float away down the path. Normally it only lasted a short while before the sun came out again, brighter than ever. I loved the sweet smell of freshly washed roads and the steaming leaf mould after one of these storms. From what I remember the summers were very hot for just a day or two and it was unusual to have a whole week of nice weather and you would hear people say. 

 “We were lucky to have that hot week in July for our holidays”. 

Author: madeinchertsey

Born in 1932, this is a collection of stories of my childhood growing up in Chertsey, and some stories of my later life.

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