Happy Great Storm Day

The night of The Storm I was staying over with my then girlfriend (subsequently Mrs Bradnor) in her flat in North London. Went into the City next morning by bus, down the A1, trees down everywhere, loads of debris across the streets, looked like a war zone, very few cars about as I recall.
 
I finished work at about 12.30-1am after completing some props ready for delivery to Soho at 8am the next morning, and remember the clouds absolutely scudding past the moon up high at an extraordinary speed – but it was completely still at ground level. Alarm clock failed due to the power cut, so woke up in Herne Hill at about 8.30am to various burglar alarms still going off. Had slept through it all. Chaos all around on the way into Battersea by motorbike – the pic the Standard used on it's front page was of trees down near Clapham Common tube, I think. We made it into Soho by about midday, and the shoot went ahead as planned! Only then and over the weekend did I start to really notice the damage done. A mate's family's woods near Petersfield were so ruined that the oak clearance and cutting was only finished about 10 years ago.
 
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