I was in Whitby during the storms in question, the moors took quite a pasting, but the real trouble was in an arc from the north of us sweeping west.

The lightning was spectacular by UK standards, though not by mid-west standards if TV programmes are anything to go by. The bulk of the rain hit the west side of the moors, and the Hambleton Hills, draining westwards via the Rye & Derwent rather than down the Esk, or I would probably be bailing out myself.

Two other 'cat regulars were in a cliff-top caravan, and must have had a better view, not to mention sound effects. When I saw them Sunday night they just said it was opressively hot and damp. This is what we Brits, were we Frogs, might call sang froid.

Close shave, but no problem, this time.