CRAZY TEMPEST

Driving down between long lines of white electric windmills, and past huge lakes that used to be farmers' fields. This place, usually so dry and arid, is now as green as England.

The weather's enjoyably crazy. One minute, there's bright sun reflecting back from the temporary lakes, next there's lunatic driving rain bouncing off the windscreen. Stop off by a windsurfing school, to watch the crazy weather, and the foamy atlantic waves crashing in. Some lunatic adrenaline junky is out windsurfing, racing past us, jumping off the waves, and away into the distance.

It's hard enough to see him through the rain. And then, suddenly, bright sunshine. There's a vertical line, a few hundred yards away to our left, from high up in the dark clouds down to the atlantic ocean, stretching out to the horizon.

On our side is perfect visibility, blue skies, and crazy fast winds coming off the sea. Beyond the line is probably the same kind of tempest we had a few minutes ago, but we're blind to it, cause you just can't see beyond the vertical line. So it's only a guess.