There's a story behind that image of the woman whose hemline gets blown in the wind. It's not my wife when she was younger but she does have more than a passing resemblance. Londoners will have heard of the suburb of Ilford, my wife was shopping there on such a windy day. The buildings caused a vortex where the wind speeds down the side of the building and then swirls at ground level. That swirl lifted my wife's coat and skirt for all to see. She told me that she heard a crash, then a second crash. Her misfortune had caused two motorists to become distracted, both hitting the car in front. My lady stepped into a side street and out of the way. "Nothing to do with me," she later told me, with a broad cheeky grin. Not much dear.
