We arrived at sparrow hill, it was baking, we walked along the canal to where the sun loungers were, they were huge big enough for three people to lay on, passing all the pretty people I found a spot next to some mingers the size of whales, which always makes me feel a little less self conscious about getting my chicken breast and burger nips out. Plus I thought it would be better sitting with the mingers looking at the pretties than sitting with the pretties having to look at the mingers. We had only been there a few minutes when a grey cloud came over and a few spots of rain came down, I decided to put everything away in our bag just in case. Then there was a huge rumble of thunder, nobody else seemed phased and they continued to lie there in there dental floss bikinis and budgie smugglers. It looked like it would blow over but we decided to take a walk to the top of the hill, thinking the trees would provide cover from any rain, we where a few metres up the hill when it suddenly poured down, I've never seen this kind of rain in England, it was like someone was pouring a bucket of water over you, the hill started to get very muddy very quickly and water was running down the paths, I had to shout to Steve over the top of the noise from the rain hitting the leaves and the ground, i thought we better go down as the paths were getting really washed out and I didn't fancy standing against a tree in the lightning, I started running down through the bushes, as the path was no longer an option without sliding down on your backside, Steve shouted that he couldn't get down the path but I was already off, I got to the bottom and waited, by now everyone had run into the trees and they were darting around as if the rain was going to melt them or something, it looked like a scene from a war movie, the wind was blowing twigs and leaves and rain full pelt into us and the thin trees weren't providing any sort of cover, I thought I heard Steve call me but I couldn't see him anywhere, I went a little up the hill but he wasn't where we had been standing, I started wandering around yelling his name at the top of my voice, by now I looked like I had been for a swim in my clothes I couldn't get any wetter, one of the big fat ladies slipped in the mud and fell into a puddle, i would have stopped to point and laugh or at least video it, but i was busy trying to find Steve, i thought maybe i had missed him and he had headed back to the metro station, with my shorts and shirt stuck to me and my trainers squelching when I walked, I realised I had the train tickets and my iPhone in my pocket, so should probably do the same, whilst I was yelling for Steve a Russian man tried talking to me but I couldn't make out what he was trying to say, he probably thought I was a mental, the Russian man had started off along a path through the woods that went in the direction of the train station so I decided to follow him, it was hard not to slip over and the rain was still managing to torment me through the trees, after about 5 minutes we came to a bridge next to the station and I went underneath, it was a huge space but it was full of people, maybe 50 most of them soaking wet, some just in their underwear, i rang out my shirt and socks and just stood there barefoot in my shorts, Steve was nowhere to be seen, half hour went by and the thunder just seemed to get louder and louder as if the centre of the storm was under the bridge, i couldn't help wondering why Steve hadn't come down the hill or where he was, I'm not sure if I was more worried about him or the fact that he had all our valuables in his bag which wasn't waterproof and that I had no money to get back, I started trying to configure my phone so that I could message Steve to tell him where I was, but I couldn't get any signal, after nearly an hour the rain finally stopped, and there was Steve walking along the bank as if nothing had happened, dry as Ghandi's flip flop, apparently he saw me and tried to shout me at the bottom of the hill while he was sheltering under a vending machine, I believed him of course just like when he told me he was only going slow when he wrote off his car in a sprinkling of snow.