It was windy through Thursday night and Friday morning, rain was lashing the windows and rattling the slates on the roof, even though we're tucked in the lee of a hill and a row of majestic chestnut trees for protection.
Gusts were consistently 50knots and above, it was definitely a nigh for staying in and the last place I'd want to be is out at sea. But weather bomb? Where did that phrase come from? More like the sort of winter weather you expect on the coast when a big winter depression comes through.