Peter Haine, Stevenage
On the evening of the great storm, I was in London attending a drinks reception marking 125 years of the Land Registry in Grays Inn.
Suffice to say that the pub featured in pre and post reception arrangements.
Making my way home to Stevenage that night, I do vaguely recall it being a bit windy, but got home in one piece.
Woke up the next morning with all power down. According to my wife, I’d slept through the storm and didn’t stir, even at it’s height. We lost two trees in our garden, and never did find our dustbin lid.
Power came back on about 7. Normally I’d just turn over and go back to sleep, but I remembered that I had to collect some papers from work that I needed for a business trip the following Monday.
Chris Tarrant on Capital radio was advising people not to travel into London, and the TV gradually began to show the scenes of carnage.
I managed to get the first train out of Stevenage about 10.30, and got to the office in Lincolns Inn Fields about 12.
There must have been about 20 large trees down in the square, all of the roads were blocked and I had to climb over tree trunks & debris just to get to the office.
I collected the papers, and made my way home (via the pub)!