11°C, storm force wind, SW.
Heavy but not torrential rain here. It’s warm and roads are lined with puddles not floods.

Sefton, I like this place more in bad weather. I could see twenty odd statues by Antony Gormley. When misty, the furthest fade to invisible. Today, sand whips along the wet, flat beach. I didn’t think it would do that on yet sand. Such is the wind strength.