when i woke, at three-thirty, the rain was rattling down mercilessly, but it eased off as i began to pedal to work and, a half an hour later the roads in nine elms were dry and the night-lads had come out of their refrigerated warehouse to snatch a few minutes sleep on the comparitively warm pavement
on the way down to worthing i passed through a couple of squalls but it was only after my first drop at the cheeseman's quayside warehouse on shoreham harbour that the sky began to lively up
by the time i drove by the promenade at hove, people were stopping to gape at the colours and i leapt from the van just in time to take this view of the approaching storm ...
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