"Dad, Bob Goldsmith, Jill Carey (& another he cannot recall, plus these
others in the report) were all under and around an old oak near Udiam
weir, fishing, its roots were huge and gnarled, twisted and shaped like an
armchair on the bank.
When a storm began brewing, they left for shelter in the Oast building
advising the others mentioned in this report to do so as the tree was often
struck in storms and to make matters worse had all the anchor wires from the hop
field attached to it.
Sadly they did not listen and the consequence is documented above.
There had been a big dinner planned in the pub that night, but of course it
was cancelled. The incident has always stayed vividly in dad's memory."