Indeed we don't think the needle has ever been to this bit of the dial before and suspect it's like this across the UK right now.
We're used to bearing the brunt of the south-westerly breezes in our little hilltop home but this storm has been of quite a magnitude and noisy beyond anything we can remember. The wind shoots down the Aga flue and reverberates around the kitchen and upstairs it's like trying to sleep in a cauldron.
Eventually we resorted to hot chocolate and battenburg cake at 2.30 this morning, wondering if the roof would hold, would the dogs be whisked off Toto-like to Oz complete with kennels attached?
By this morning just ten foot off the top of a tree that needed lopping anyway, but by this evening the shed is starting to disappear bit by bit.
If anyone finds a door it's ours and the shed roof is also heading abroad in gust-sized pieces.
The cats meanwhile are exhibiting behaviour as peculiar as the barometer. I don't ever recall one sitting at my elbow on the desk before, ever.