As Storm Ellen hits Britain, Thomas Pakenham recalls the Great Storm of 1987 and sees a silver lining to the catastrophe
As Storm Ellen hits Britain, Thomas Pakenham recalls the Great Storm of 1987 and sees a silver lining to the catastrophe It was three o’clock in the morning of 16th October 1987. Bleary-eyed, I peered out of the bedroom window of our terraced house in Notting Hill. Something strange was happening in the communal garden below. My favourite magnolia was rolling across the lawn. Clearly a nightmare. I went back to sleep. Next day, and in the days succeeding, Londoners were told they had lived through the most violent storm since 1703. But it was hard to believe. The Great Storm, if it was one (and technically it was not a hurricane, as hurricanes come only from the tropics), had been oddly selective in its choice of victims. At one end of our street, a tall lime tree had been decapitated, its neck broken and its branches dropped onto...
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