Can still recall the end of the 1976 heatwave. My first experience of a flash flood, in Felixstowe. No rivers involved, just exceedingly heavy rain that caused a flood deep enough to half submerge neighbours cars in the street at the bottom of my road.
I finished my first summer job the week before that. As I was working 'a week in hand' I had the unheard of sum of £30 in my pocket. My dad suggested that I got my old bike fixed up so I could ride to school (which was about four miles away across the middle of the city).
The first longish trip I made was to a mate's house about five miles away. The drought broke while I was there. I'd forgotten how bad old-fashioned brake blocks were in the wet. And of course the roads were slippery after months with no rain. I was riding towards a mini-roundabout and there was a car coming from my right. I eventually stopped, by dint of getting both feet flat on the ground. My
back wheel was on the white line as the car went in front of me. it was years before I could go round that roundabout, even in a car, without a weird feeling in my stomach.