Riders on the Storm

Into Leeds by bus to do another front of house duty at Northern Ballet.
Finished by 5.00pm and got straight onto the bus home.
As we drove through Headingley the pubs were full and it was jammed so l knew it meant England had beaten Australia and our hopes for winning the ashes live on.
Near the end of the journey we turned into my valley and the sky in the distance was certainly foreboding.
I know there are some reflections in the shot but it was good to try and capture the darkening clouds ( which were nearly black by the time we got to my bus stop).
As l got off the bus l saw my next door neighbours alighting too as they came home from the cricket. As we walked home talking about Harry Brooks who learned his cricket in our village from the age of three, the heavens opened and we had rain of biblical proportions.