That particular morning was wet, all right. The local weather map showed a string of storm cells in a great pod of rain moving down the east coast, with the brightest green pea hovering above north Kent’s Hoo Peninsula, between the Thames and the Medway. We looked up straight into it. The sky darkened above the Thames estuary between Canvey Island and the power station on the Isle of Grain, then walloped over the hilltop and a cluster of abandoned buildings that marked the world’s first anti-aircraft battery. Suddenly warlike, this was not the place to be caught in the open. A second or two between ...
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