On Wednesday night last week we had thunder storms. Not just the usual puny, 2 strikes and it's spent storm the UK normally gets. No.
In Jim's bedroom, with the curtains open, just after dusk we watched about 15 strikes in as many minutes. I'm keen that he doesn't develop a fear of things like that so I encouraged a certain amount of excitement in him. Eventually I left him in bed waiting for more lightning.
Myself, I'm fascinated by it. And I've always wanted to capture it on camera.