I was in France with a group of sixth-formers, on an exchange. It was bad there in Cherbourg. we had to walk in the middle of the road cos tiles were flying off the roofs of the buildings 5 floors high.Remember it well. Was living in a house in Kent close to the bottom of a valley, I slept through it. Set off for work as normal and got pulled up by a policeman at the end of the street, asked where I was going. To work, in london says I. No you're not says he, can't get out of the village until the trees are cleared from the roads. It took a week to get out of the village. Lots of people nearby lost the roofs off their houses, I lost a couple of fence panels.
At the school we were struggling across the yard when I saw a French girl being blown along and nearly over. I caught her and propped her up against a tree, till she calmed down. She was nothing to do with our group. We came back at the end of the day and the tree I propped her up against had blown over!
All the traffic lights had stopped working so all the Frogs went back to "Priorité a droite" FFS.