It was a wet old evening on Thursday.

I was travelling across town, changing buses in the centre, in order to go and pick something up in Caversham. Checking the weather before I left it said 'dry' but I decided to take an umbrella anyway... bloody lucky I did too!!!

As the bus made its way into town there was the most amazing sky (which I couldn't photograph as I had an appointment) - there was quite a bit of clear sky, black clouds facing me and white clouds behind which were being lit up with the setting sun.. absolutely stunning and I couldn't get off the bus!!!!!

By the time I hit the town centre to change buses, it was absolutely pelting down... three cheers for the umbrella!!!!

As I waited I saw a lightning strike just behind the station, and a wonderful double rainbow.... guess what was at the end of the rainbow? The Three Guineas Pub... the pot of gold seems to have gone rather downhill nowadays ;)

EDITED - I added a second rain shot - not as arty, but it better shows the heavy rain :)

Nice bit of judgement the umbrella. :)

Love the first photo, you can almost feel the rain, The pub will probably buy the second one off you. ;)

Great shots despite (and because of) the weather, Louise!:thumbsup:

The bus station one is full of atmosphere - a bit of a lonely and scary place for a lady on her own though? (I am thinking someone lurking in the shadows there :eek:)

I love the second bus shot - really shows what the conditions were like. I trust the rain didn't last too long?

A rainbow on the 'Three Guineas'? Let's hope there was more than that at the end of the rainbow all the same!;)

Thanks, Catherine. I really couldn't do much despite the possibilities - rain and cameras just aren't good friends :) We don't have a proper bus station now, it's just a double line of stops on the road approaching the Train station, so it's really quite busy. We used to have a proper Bus station, now that really would be scary ! :eek:

The old bus station certainly does look bleak now, still have memories from forty years ago catching the last bus home.:)

I remember catching the wrong bus home when I was 11 or so - ended up in Henley I think! But all the nice people on the bus looked after me and I came back on the next bus it with a bar of chocolate and a half crown :-) Honest, I didn't do it on purpose :-rolling

Bet you wouldn't get that if you did the same now, Louise - and please don't try!;)

Catching the last bus home then, Rolf? You must have been allowed out too late when you were so young!:)

Not sure whether the graffiti helps or detracts there... (I have a more unusual example of that to post now!)

Our last bus home wasn't that late, we lived outside of the town.
I remember going to the cinema with Mum once - we got the bus to the edge of town, got some chips and ate them walking the last 2 or 3 miles home. I was younger than 9 as the M4 still hadn't been built, so it couldn't have been too late. I suppose it was a Disney film.. I don't remember which one as I remember the walk better - it was a lovely clear winter night, we had chips and I saw a shooting star - cool :)

I can't remember the times very well as I didn't use the bus much, but nowadays it's 7.20 pm on a weekday and 10.30 on a Friday/Saturday.. yeh, loads of time to really paint the town red ;)