What a week that was. I don’t know if it’s anything to do with us but since we moved to the Dorset seaside in the autumn there’s been one storm after another.
But they all paled into insignificance compared to Friday night’s tempest. Sitting in my first floor office I felt as though I was in a lighthouse. The wind and rain hammered furiously against the windows and the gale was so deafening that I couldn’t hear the radio properly. My Twitter feed was full of tweets about sandbags, road closures and sea cascading across the local high street.
But I was one of the lucky ones. Three people died in what the Mail on Sunday has dubbed the “Valentine tempest,” thousands of homes in the UK have been flooded and thousands more (my father included) left without power for days.
Flights, train journeys and road travel were all up the creek too – as my family discovered first hand.