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It's 30 years aback the Abundant Storm of 1987 wrought calamity beyond England and Wales – we've brought calm belief from some of those who lived through it.

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30 years ago today, I was woken at 4 o’clock in the morning by a absolutely blasphemous noise. My dad had been alive from beddy-bye as well, and we both went bench to investigate.

The wind bawl about the abode – a 1930s semi in the extensive alcove of burghal South London – was like the scream of a banshee, and as we got into the kitchen it was ablaze that article aberrant had happened. My mother accustomed to accompany us in the kitchen aloof as Dad opened the aback aperture to investigate further; as anon as he angry the handle, he was befuddled backwards in a circle of wind, rain, babble – and leaves. Lots and lots of leaves.

It angry out that the our admirable old chestnut tree, about 100ft of it, had collapsed down, antibacterial the afford and abolition assimilate the house.

After several account aggressive with assimilation wet branches and leaves we managed to actuality the advancing timberline aback out of the aperture and get it bankrupt again, afterwards which we waited until morning to see what on apple had happened, analytical out of the windows until dawn.

My sister slept through the accomplished thing, incidentally, afresh complained aback she woke up that the buzz wasn’t working. Teenagers at atomic were the aforementioned in 1987 as they are in 2017.

We were absolutely lucky: the timberline falling on our abode did damage, but acquired no injury. It was as annihilation to some of the annihilation wrought by that absurd storm beyond the south of England. Nearby Oaks Park, in Carshalton, had consisted of dozens of acreage of close woodland; it emerged that morning attractive like a Aboriginal Apple War battleground.

The storm – not technically a blow as it originated in the Bay of Biscay – hit everywhere from Cornwall to the Wash, but the south-east bend of England was affliction hit. Roofs and chase pots flew through the sky, boats were abject adjoin harbour walls and copse were ripped to pieces or ripped out of the ground.

At Folkestone a commuter bear was done ashore, while in the anchorage of Dover a address was absolute over. Such incidents authenticate how abundant worse the afterlife assessment ability accept been had the storm hit during the day.

Storm accident 16 October 1987, to age-old beech timberline in New Forest, Hampshire

Down our street, copse had collapsed all beyond our artery – all of which dad managed to cull to one ancillary in an advance to get me to school. Eventually he got me about bisected a mile of the three-mile journey, alone actuality baffled by all-inclusive oak tree that blocked the capital Brighton Road in Purley.

‘Well that’s not too bad – you can airing from here,’ he declared, cheerily.

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What abroad could I do? I absolved the blow of the way, and was the alone one of 1,000 pupils who fabricated it in from added than about 500 yards away. I was 11, it was the ultimate abrupt ‘snow day’, and I spent it in the aggregation of 40 or so able souls of ages from 10-18, and a baffled scattering of agents – best of whom had never announced to me in their lives. Funny what you focus on aback you’re 11; I’d accept a altered angle on the alarming afterlife and abolition now.

The storm of 1987 is one of those abundant ‘where you were’ moments for anyone who lived through it. Actuality are bisected dozen belief of others who lived through that night.

I collection to Television Centre from my west London home via Chiswick at about 4.30am. I didn’t realise that a storm was angry because I ashore to capital anchorage with no copse lining them. There apparently was damage, but it was aphotic and I couldn’t see it. Once at the studio, I remained ensconced central for hours and account of the storm was apathetic to clarify through.

By lunchtime, aback I accomplished my shift, bodies had started to arena in with information. The anticipation I gave has bedeviled me, not helped by the actuality that the afterward day was a Saturday, so no one was in the columnist appointment and belief were fabricated up in the media. On the additional side, the alone accident to my abode was a angled TV aerial.Scene of devastation: the National Trust acreage Emmetts Abode and Garden at Ide Hill, Kent, had 95% of its backcountry destroyed.

However, there was a absolute aftermath: the Abundant Storm prompted acute acquaintance of the amount of UK forestry and added than 500 actor copse were buried in compensation, abounding of them broad-leaved, which provided greater airheadedness than the antecedent close conifer awning had.

John Simmons, Royal Botanical Area Curator, stands beside a collapsed Black Pine, over 100 years old, at Kew Gardens.

A timberline was blocking the Jodrell Gate, the accepted agents entrance, aback I angry up. A aide said: ‘You won’t appetite to appear in.’ I saw some of the 700 copse we absent that night and accomplished a abhorrent biconcave feeling.

One of my favourites was a big chestnut-leafed oak and the aboriginal affair I did was go and see if it was still continuing – it was, although 20 others surrounding it on the aforementioned backyard had fallen. What afraid me were the huge branches that had been ripped off and alone 50 yards away.

At the time, it was all doom and anguish at Kew, but, attractive back, it was one of the best things that could accept happened. We absent what we bare to lose, it accomplished us so abundant and alive in the British bodies the compassionate that we charge to attending afterwards our trees.

Aerial appearance of the esplanade at Emmetts Garden assuming some of the accident acquired by the storm in October 1987

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My husband, Fred, and I begin that we were trapped by uprooted copse aback we approved to drive from our abode to our backyard a brace of afar away, so we absolved beyond the fields. On arrival, we apparent a arena of devastation: the roof of our Dutch barn had absolute on top of a balk barn, flattening it. Fortunately, the beasts were out or they would accept been killed. Aback we accomplished them later, they were unscathed.

The clear-up took weeks and we had to be alert of alive electric cables. We absent copse and suffered burst fences, but added people’s herds able that night, a bounded craven farmer’s banty blew abroad and abandoned dairy farmers had to bandy their milk bottomward the drain. We came off adequately lightly.

Porsche hit by a timberline in the Abundant Storm Chelsea 1987

I absolved to Leith Hill Tower, the accomplished point in south-east England, the day after. Copse were broadcast everywhere and, as I climbed the tower, I accepted to see ample swathes felled like matchsticks. However, there were gaps area the wind had biconcave into the valleys and taken out a few actuality and there.

The belfry itself, congenital in 1765, was absolutely unscathed. The aforementioned couldn’t be said of Leith Hill Place’s academic gardens, the life’s assignment of agriculturalist Peter Collins. They were devastated on a admirable calibration – ripped afar – and, sadly, Peter died the afterward year.

A cyclist angle a huge aperture larboard by an uprooted timberline on Mole Road, Maidstone.

Not all the abecedarian rangers could ability our abject in Lewes that morning, so a baby team, armed with chainsaws, headed to Seven Sisters Country Park via bridleways as the anchorage were blocked.

I saw absolute devastation. Anything growing in Stanmer Park had been flattened, copse had concertinaed on top of anniversary added on old barrow advance and the pockets of backcountry dotted forth the open, eastern mural of the South Downs were all affected.

It looked like the Somme in places and it was abject to realise that such a abrupt storm could account that abundant devastation.

Forest of pines around destroyed brief by the agitated autumn storm in 1987.

The night before, the freeholder of my bounded pub had showed me his barometer and told me not to airing home through the woods. I didn’t realise afresh that I was activity to be the aftermost actuality to see copse continuing on Toys Hill. By morning, they were all gone.

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I was woken during the night by a babble which articulate like an accurate alternation advancing into the bedroom. It would advance and afresh fade. Behemothic flashes angry out to be copse falling on ability lines. My wife and I sat in the centre of our abode cat-and-mouse for it to be hit, but although our car was flattened, the abode survived.

In the morning, I climbed and crawled the four afar to the bi-weekly appointment in Sevenoaks, the boondocks absolutely cut off by collapsed trees. My reporters greeted me with ‘Welcome to One Oak’.

I managed to book a even from Biggin Hill on an emergency bang and took pictures from the air of those six collapsed oaks abreast the Vine candid arena (above left). It was a attribute of what had happened and was anon in appeal from TV stations and newspapers.

The storm was the better adventure we’d anytime covered – the Chronicle awash 50,000 copies, four times our accepted circulation.

Aerial appearance of the alternation on the charcoal of a arch over the River Towy in Wales afterwards the advanced carrying plunged into the bloated river. The alternation was the 5.20 am Swansea to Shrewsbury and the adventure happened abreast the west Wales apple of Glanrhyd.

The night before, I’d been accent branches from beloved oaks. It was eerily calm. Twelve hours later, it was a arena of devastation. Every timberline and aerial shrub, sourced from all over the apple from the 1970s advanced by Sir Harold Hillier, had been agape over, including tulip copse and the attenuate ginkgo (fossil) tree.

For me, the saddest affair was the accident of the Norfolk Island ache that had been buried by Earl Mountbatten aback he opened the garden in 1972. It was as if the copse were skittles.

My actual anticipation was that it was the end of the garden, which had been so rich. It was absolutely the end of that era and, although it was regenerated, it was never the aforementioned again.

Forest of pines around destroyed brief by the agitated autumn storm in 1987.

I was woken in the night by a bang call: the yearlings stabled at Tattersalls’ Newmarket abject for the afterward day’s auction were abashed and bare calming. On my way to the stables, the sky was lit intermittently by ablaze flashes as ability curve fell to the ground. The babble of abolition copse was absurd and the air was abounding with aerial altar – it acquainted like actuality in a behemothic tumble dryer.

I spent the blow of the night captivation horses’ heads, attempting to allay their panic. I emerged to an absurd arena in the morning: collapsed copse everywhere, including avenues buried during the Napoleonic Wars. It acquainted as if there had been a bomb bang and the accomplished apple had been angry upside down.

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