I was nine when it happened but I remember the day very well.
We were sat in the lifeboat shed as a lot of the locals had congregated there as the storm progressed. This was on the Wirral (opposite Dublin sort of).
I remember the sea coming in under the doors, which is really odd as the boat house is generally neaped. The big doors were bowing and banging.
I remember being frightened, so what that would be like at sea, christ only knows. For the guys who ran into the shelter of Milford Haven, it must have been ecstasy as they came into the shelter of the Haven.
The ones who truly have admiration were the lifeboat crews who launched, they must have been waiting for it, I bet the queue for the station bog was all the way up the stairs.
My father & I had just returned to our home base in Milford Haven from a trip round from Tenby in our Project 31. All seemed well at the time.
Then the wind increased. Fortunately the Project was well sheltered on a swinging mooring in Angle Bay, but we were able to see those coming in from the west - either under their own efforts or being towed by a variety of craft.
Several boats were without any crew. They were secured at the port authority's berth. Some were never claimed or returned to owners. They were sold off to locals who were able to repair the damage.
My kids were just a few years old at the time, but even then they realised what a real storm can do.
A lesson learned by all, regardless of age and experience, that will never be forgotten.