Ken's Blog

Face down in a ditch. Rain stinging the back of my neck. My trusty steed laying next to me. We’d been caught in the open. An intense tropical storm. Swiftly upon us. Swirling winds. Frequent lightening. Deafening thunderclaps.

I’d been counting the seconds between flashes and the booms. Three. Then two. Heart of the storm now within a kilometre. Dangerously exposed. No choice but to take cover. Quickly dismounting. Dragging my steed on to the verge, laying her on her side. Throwing myself beside her.

Tags: Queensland, tropical storm

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