When we had a chance to talk to Ebola* this past Sunday, as parents do, we asked what he’d done all day. He nonchalantly said, “Nothing,” as the weather had been too crappy to do a thing. “Helluva storm,” he described it, so he stayed in.
As he’s a meteorologist, and we’ve always been a totally weather geek family, it didn’t set off any alarms. I mentioned I’d read one of the UK mets I follow had something about a ‘tornado’ in Wales and I thought that was wild. Ebola said yeah, they’re pretty rare in those parts, and that was that.
It turns out he was a master of understatement and had the North Atlantic version of a Cat 1 winter hurricane (named Storm Darragh) screaming overhead.
Classic. Kids, I tell ya.
So, things were rockin’ and rollin’ across the British Isles all weekend, with peak wind gusts of 96 mph recorded in some places and well into the upper…
