I feel cheated.
No high winds have swept across the Suffolk tundra. No torrential downpours giving rise to fears of an inundation. In fact, the last 24 hours have been almost without a breeze and reasonably, for January at least, dry. Only now on Friday lunchtime is the wind picking up and the (light) rain falling as the back edge of the Low moves through. All my preparations were for nothing. Candles were strategically placed. Matches were to hand. The small camping stove was ready in the kitchen to boil water for hot drinks and maybe heat a tin of curried beans.