87 - woke to the radio almost declaring the end of the world; it was sunny calm and birds chirping and everything as should be.
We woke up to no power and no phone. Outside looked normal enough apart from our neighbour's garage roof, which had blown up in the air and come down at right angles to where it should have been. At this point I realised it was more than just a power cut
We walked to the single road out of the village, which ended at a T-junction. The road to the left was blocked by fallen trees along its entire length of 400m to a bend (where it turned out to be equally blocked for another 400m). To the right was also several hundred metres of fallen trees, enlivened by arcing power cables.
It was nearly a week before the power came back on and we all cheered the engineers when they turned up. The most amazing sight was at Rendlesham Forest, where huge areas of mature pines were flattened and many tree trunks simply snapped a couple of metres off the ground rather than blew over. This was later thought to be due to a sting-jet - basically, the storm bringing down a small part of the jet stream for a brief period to ground level, with local winds well in excess of 100mph.