Heroes Not Zombies

This caught my eye.

It was a stormy day with the wind blowing strongly from the West. One minute I’d look out and see blue sky, then the next, an enormous black cloud would roll over making it seem that night had fallen early. Minutes later, maybe after a few peals of thunder, a heavy shower, or even some hailstones, the cloud would move on and there was blue sky again.

Then late in the afternoon I looked out and what caught my eye was the colour.

There was this little prism of coloured light between the clouds.

That’s unusual here in the Charente. I go once a week for a French language lesson with a local retired Cognacaise woman and I can’t remember how it came up but I showed her a photo of a rainbow which I’d seen while back visiting family in Scotland. She said she’d seen a rainbow when she was a girl but not since.

That little statement startled me. Then I thought, how many rainbows have I seen since I moved here just over 12 months ago? And I couldn’t remember seeing any.

Can that be right?

Are there rainbows pretty much every week in Central Scotland but virtually none in the Charente?