Chasing storms can be heart-stopping, pulse-pounding fun. Never moreso than when you're looking into the belly of the beast watching the conflagration attempting to organise and coalesce into Nature's greatest arsenal.

As we stopped at a dirt siding just off the Dunning Road, watching as a herd of cows stood oblivious in the Sandhills pasture, the base of the storm came alive as all kinds of severe weather interactions tried to spin together as a whole. Filaments of cloud like ghostly wraiths span out this way and that as the RFD wrapped around and flung out great volumes of cloud. A truly mesmerising sight.