Well, not so bad here - but Wakefield centre IS sheltered, and none of us have to go out in it, so we're lucky. I believe Scotland is the worst off for snow, but it's an amber warning for wind here.
Blimey Alan, Tilly must be a hard cat if she wants to go out in this!
Hi Janey, didn't realise you were so close - I like Barnsley, used to go there quite a lot and it's got character to my mind - Wakefield centre is grey and bland (although not on Thursday, Friday Saturday nights when they bus them in

) Then the following mornings the streets are covered in what the late great Nicolas Freeling called 'Pavement Bolognaise' ... lovely!
Ohh Bobbys girl, very sorry to hear about the tree and fence panel - hope the worst has passed for you now. Reminds me of when I was married and lived outside Wakefield; you could see right over nearly to Huddersfield, great place, but we had 6' larch lap fencing and a wonky roof - every time the wind blew we knew it would get the fence or roof, or both, and it did. I'll never forget the time the bedroom ceiling developed a pregnant bulge; it was like something out of a horror movie; I put my jam pan on top of the wardrobe underneath it and the bulge developed a hole out of which water dripped, plinkety plonkety ... There were also bees in the roof, who occasionally swarmed down into the front room ... happy days!
Ruth I never saw that full clip of Michael Fish's forecast I confess - only the edited one, but SE England did take a bashing that night; there's a graphic description of the storm in Ruth Rendell's 'Crocodile Bird' and I sure wouldn't have liked to be there. Poor old Michael though, it's 30 years ago and in folk history he'll always be remembered as the man who refused to admit to the hurricane.
Hope all you guys, human, furry, smooth and feathery, are all safe
