I remember it well. We lived in a little cottage on the edge of an army range in Surrey which, being peaty, caught fire and burned slowly for days. I was shipped out with our 1 year old daughter to my parents house 60 miles away. We had only just arrived when a neighbour from down the lane phoned and advised DH to return home asap as the wind had changed direction and things were not looking good. So he and my Dad raced back expecting the worst. By then a troop of Ghurkas had arrived with a Green Goddess and were pumping water from the bottom of our garden to the top to keep the fire dampened down. They camped there for over a week and then, miraculously, the rain came. It chucked it down for hours and we entertained 4 soggy soldiers in our tiny kitchen with water pouring through the roof tiles which had just had too much sun and heat and had given up on us! Seems like yesterday but the baby is now 41 