After listening the whole night long to howling winds, and mysterious thud-like sounds as presumably roof tiles, dustbin lids and fully laden lorries were being thrown up into the air with abandon, I opened my curtains with a certain amount of trepidation.
Given that a warning had been given by the met office to expect wind speeds of up to 90mph during the night, I half expected to wake up in Kansas with the roof missing, but as it turned out I didn't think it was too bad, at least initially. That was, until I drove through the village of Marsh....
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