Storm Jocelyn

Locally, her performance impressed, less.
Background props rattled and dropped. There was a loud roar as she swept down from the high moor, proclaiming her entrance.
On the garden stage, she seemed to be everywhere, invisible, but for the provocative taunts and tugs she inflicted on the more static elements in her audience.
Tall trees bristled and jockeyed like enthusiastic finalists in an energetic jive.
The lighting worked well, highlighting a rare, blue-night sky, while clouds sped past with uncharacteristic speed - ‘joy riders’ on an unusual jet stream outing.
I kept checking back. Elsewhere, her performance made headline news.