There's a storm a-comin...

Nowt will ever compare to this, which I remember well, even though I was only 5!

I was eight and at Caldicoates School at the time, remember a lot of kids crying but think the teachers handled it really well. Even Mr Banks showed he was almost human that day.
 
Nowt will ever compare to this, which I remember well, even though I was only 5!

I was in school when that happened. Even the teachers were scared. Moved us all out of the classrooms and into the corridors.
 
I was in school when that happened. Even the teachers were scared. Moved us all out of the classrooms and into the corridors.
I don't remember it. Must have been too young. My dad has told me about it plenty of times though. Hope that doesn't make most of you lot feel really old.

Edit: Although if it was forty years ago I must have been ten so I wasn't that young. Still don't remember it though.

Double edit: 1968? That explains it then. Hadn't read the thread properly. Sorry for that.
 
I remember it well.

It was a once in a lifetime experience.
Certainly was. For some reason I wasn't at school. I remember my nana taking me and my younger sister into the cupboard under the stairs because the poor old soul was terrified. Like many Irish-descended Catholics of her generation, she was deeply superstitious and I think she thought the end was nigh. I remember in the darkness, her reciting the catechism she'd learned some 50-odd years earlier, while a 5 year old me and my 3 year old sister tried to tell her not to worry!
 
2 minutes of rain in Scarborough. Looks like the water meter will take a hammering tomorrow
 
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Nowt will ever compare to this, which I remember well, even though I was only 5!

I can still remember that day, I was 7 at the time & the part when it says the teachers told the kids to lay under the desk runs true with what I can recall

I remember been in the school yard then it went pitch black, we raced in & looking out the window at the hailstorm outside then the teachers telling us to get under the our desks

Years later when talking to my mam about the day, she actually thought it was the end of the world & with not having a car back then she was to far to come & get is from where she worked
 
That day sounds crazy. Part of me would love to experience that, part of me would be scared! Why did the sky turn green though? That bit never seems to be explained.
 
I do love laying in the bed in the dark with a thunder storm and rain lashing at the windows.

Although not a fan when when working or driving.
I don't mind driving in the rain, I quite like it as long as I'm not on a motorway. Just sitting and watching or listening to a storm is great though.
 
Was once driving home from a job in Lincolnshire and could see a storm directly ahead. A minute later, I had just got onto the motorway and was in the outside lane when there was what I can only describe as an explosion, immediately to my right, about 4 feet away. A huge bang and a flash of sparks. The central barrier had been struck by lightning. Very scary but a good heart check up!
 
Was once driving home from a job in Lincolnshire and could see a storm directly ahead. A minute later, I had just got onto the motorway and was in the outside lane when there was what I can only describe as an explosion, immediately to my right, about 4 feet away. A huge bang and a flash of sparks. The central barrier had been struck by lightning. Very scary but a good heart check up!
Wow, that would be amazing.

I was in the national arboretum once when a storm rolled in. Of course we weren't allowed it so sat in the cafe for a bit. Across the valley from us we saw a tree get hit by lightning. That was a hell of a thing.
 
Nowt will ever compare to this, which I remember well, even though I was only 5!

Yup, was also seven and a new pupil at Dean Bank juniors (infants?) I think I remember being told to get under the desk, but it was a long time ago. It went really black.
 
I'm really enjoying this and so is the dog. He loves a good storm as much as I do. He'd prefer to be outside right now though. He loves fighting raindrops. Snaps at them whenever the rain is driving at him when I take him out for a stroll. He thinks he's hard after he's done that and looks really proud of himself. You have to admire that kind of ambition. He thinks that he can fight the weather and actually win. He's a hell of a dog.
:) That's a much nicer way of saying 'my dog is an idiot'.
 
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