Long ago there was more harm done with storms then there is nowadays. My father remembers a storm which began on the twenty third of July. We were then living beside the sea and the storm was stronger there than any other place. The first night of the storm the hay stacks were blown into the water and the rain washed the potato drills out of the fields. Next morning the storm was so strong that it carried a cart into the sea and tumbled old houses and turf stacks. Trees were tumbled on roofs of houses and calves were killed with lightening.