Driving in to work at 6am this morning, between Leighton Buzzard and Hertfordshire resulted in a serious case of brown trousers by journey's end.
I must have driven in to the leading edge of the storm. Starting out it was dry, but I could see the odd lighting flash a few miles away. A few minutes later and it was like the end of the world had started! One particularly ferocious 5 minute spell felt like someone was firing a hose directly at my windscreen and reduced me to crawling along at less than thirty with my nose pressed up against the windscreen. That was mental stuff for a while.
I do like a good storm, but I would've much rather been at home during all that.