A small tornado a long way from London, nobody noticed.

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Last month, during evening milking, the electric went off. This is a damned nuisance, especially given that at this time of year, it’s pretty much pitch dark. Even darker because it was a wet and windy evening. However before we managed to phone the electricity people to query gently when they expected service to return, it came back on again. So we promptly got on with life and put it down as ‘just one of those things.’ After all, we’re rural, electricity can come and go at times. It’s better than it used to be. You just make sure you know where the torches are. In the longer term we have an oil-fired Rayburn cooker that doesn’t depend on an electrical pump to work. In winter, we have an open fire, which uses a lot of logs and a little bit of coal. After all, the longest power cut I’ve experienced was six and a half days, which is an awful long time to be without warm food and heat.

But next day news began to filter in to us as to what had actually happened. A small tornado (there may well be a proper meteorological term for a bijou tornado-ette) had hit the island of Walney, cut across the south of the island and had headed for us. The first damage I could find was where it had run the length of one dike, tipping over hawthorn trees as it went. It then passed across a field and somehow missed one neighbour’s house. Instead it seems to have passed over another of our hedges, doing no damage. It then crossed a pretty large open area of the mosses where it may have gained speed and power, because it swung left and hit the front of another neighbour’s house. It put in two house windows and made a mess of a workshop before heading up through Furness. Finally it burnt itself out in the cemetery in Ulverston where it took down a lot of trees.

Looking at our toppled trees, my cunning plan is just to pull them back into the line of the hedge. This I’ll do gently so that I don’t put any more strain on the roots. Then I’ll hammer a fence post of two between the branches so it helps pin them in place. With any luck they’ll all survive.

 

And now we have Storm Ciara, which looks to be a bit rougher than the usual winter storm, but frankly not that much rougher round here. I think that the sheer weight of rain that came with it made it worse. That and the fact that it came in from the south and west just after the full moon so we had a higher tide than usual. This photo somebody took is the main road not far from our lane end.

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At high tide it came over the wall and kept going.

 

A friend was travelling down one of the lanes and took a photo through the rain towards the sea. Even at two or more miles away you can see the waves breaking on the sea wall. Also note that there isn’t supposed to be a lake between the camera and the sea. Somewhere on the horizon there is supposed to be England. I suppose it’s still there.

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But we’re lucky. When they decided to build a farm here, they picked a spot which was sheltered from the west (which is our main source of gales) and high enough up not to flood. There again, they were ignorant peasants, not wise and properly trained people like the members of planning committees. Still, eight hundred or so years ago we were too wise to have planning committees.

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16 thoughts on “A small tornado a long way from London, nobody noticed.

  1. jenanita01 February 9, 2020 at 6:52 pm Reply

    As I write this, we are being lashed by severe winds and rain. I wouldn’t want to be outside at the moment! Take care, Jim…

    • jwebster2 February 9, 2020 at 7:47 pm Reply

      I think it’s largely passed over us, we’re supposed to have winds steady at up to 33mph but gusting up to 50mph but the next rain is supposed hit in an hour or so

      • jenanita01 February 10, 2020 at 10:13 am

        Back to pretty much normal this morning, but it got a bit hairy last night!

      • jwebster2 February 10, 2020 at 10:14 am

        We’ve still got strong winds, and just had a brief hail shower 🙂

  2. jenanita01 February 9, 2020 at 6:52 pm Reply

    Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.

  3. rugby843 February 9, 2020 at 7:05 pm Reply

    Great last comment.

    • jwebster2 February 9, 2020 at 7:42 pm Reply

      You might wonder how we managed without the great and good to tell us how to do things 🙂

      • rugby843 February 9, 2020 at 9:19 pm

        ☺️

  4. Ashlynn Waterstone February 9, 2020 at 10:32 pm Reply

    Mother Nature sure can be wrathful at times. So glad that all is well overall for you and yours, Mr. Jim.

    • jwebster2 February 10, 2020 at 6:59 am Reply

      hanging on in here 🙂 It’s due to be pretty windy for a week

      • Ashlynn Waterstone February 10, 2020 at 9:19 pm

        I’m glad to here that you’re hanging in there. I’m sending positive vibes that the wind doesn’t cause any further problems for you and yours.

      • jwebster2 February 10, 2020 at 10:14 pm

        Yes after a while the wind seems interminable

  5. Jane Sturgeon February 10, 2020 at 8:25 am Reply

    Glad you are all alright and your cunning plan sounds good, Your turn of phrase makes me chuckle ‘bijou tornado-ette’. Love it! Your last line is the best. Take care up there…x

    • jwebster2 February 10, 2020 at 9:02 am Reply

      we’ll try to be sensible 🙂

  6. rootsandroutes2012 February 10, 2020 at 9:22 am Reply

    Glad I wasn’t doing evensong at Aldingham 🙂 The route to Beacon Hill Methodist in Barrow waqs more or less exactly as normal – though you could feel the wind through the steering wheel.

    • jwebster2 February 10, 2020 at 10:13 am Reply

      Yes even this morning when I had to over the crest of our hill, the wind was particularly fierce

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