Ah, the great storm of Oct ’87. What a night, the wind roared and the rain was torrential.
The next morning we got a call from my husband’s friend, saying ‘I don’t suppose you’ll be able to get over today because of the terrible storm last night? Trees are down all over the place’. So my husband replied, ‘No storm here, it must have missed us’. So we got up, and made ready to go out.
Opened our front door, we weren’t going anywhere! The large Sycamore tree which was beside our drive, had come down overnight and was blocking our car in! We’d somehow managed to sleep right through it all.