On 13th July 1967, I was lying on the floor of a barn, jumping around like an electric eel. For the first time in my life, I was silenced and remained silent for the following week. I was unconscious after being struck by lightning on the farm in Wales where I was brought up.

Since then, I have been struck by lightning a second time but my fascination for storms remains. As I write this, there is a lovely storm erupting overhead bringing lots of welcome rain. The road outsde looks like a small river and I fully expect to be able to go tickling trout, as I did in the Welsh mountains as a child.

Christine has related my story in her book Days at Cnewr with Flash and Cocoa.