I was night fishing on the night of 16th October 1987(the great storm).The river rose so quickly we have to move camp twice. I was 15 so was my mate, well before mobiles were invented and we were in the middle of nowhere.
Once we got the tent well away from the river we spent the night holding onto the tent poles praying we didnt get blown away. to pass the time we played a word association game for circa 7 hours. Still remember the first word and last (“Constantinople” was the start and we finished with “Samantha whitikers hairy bottom” – a girl in our class.
When we eventually looked out the tent in the morning could not believe the damage to the surrounding trees. The tent survived
Was so glad to see my mates dad when he came in the morning to see if we were ok.