1988 Floods-Recollections & Reflections

Bert Biscoe

I first met Mrs Armorel Carlyon whilst a member of Citizens of Truro – a group formed to oppose Carrick District Council’s attempts to sell-off Truro City Hall in the early 1980s. My efforts to hire the hall for a gig, only to find that CDC’s warped approach to its management meant I would have to hire it for 24 hours, led me towards standing for election to Truro City Council.

I was also much exercised by proposals to put weirs into the Millpool, to partly infill it, and to remove historic sluice gates from the bridge. I learned that the River Allen is a sanctuary for European Eels, which was, by the late 80s an endangered species. I was elected n 1987. I am still wrestling with that issue as the Pydar Street development proposals suggest a suburbanization of the River Allen and further risk to the eels. In 1988 Mrs Carlyon became Mayor..

In the meantime, we had formed Cornish Alternatives to the Structure Plan (CASP) to campaign for reform of the structure planning process. We ended up in Examinations in Public in the basement of the Falmouth Hotel of which, at the time, Mrs C was a shareholder – afternoon tea was most graciously served! We had many adventures – a situation which has continued to this day!

Twice during her Mayoral year floods struck Truro. They were both deemed ‘One in 300year’ events which, coming within ten months of each other, seemed a trifle ironic!

Armorel rose to her occasion. She demanded the presence of what was then the National Rivers Authority (later the Environment Agency), and many be-suited gentlemen appeared. I remember shutting one slightly bemused-looking engineer in the Parks Manager’s office with Les Williams (Manager of the Sewage Farm), John Cockle (First Mate to the last cargo ship registered in Truro), and Arnold Hodge (Freeman, engineer and tenacious political townsman) – it is said that, after two hours the NRA engineer emerged looking pale and his hair was turning white!

Mrs Carlyon pushed for concrete proposals to defend Truro from future floods. She did not let go and proposals came forward. It was then a case of finding the money. She took herself to London and marched around offices – always polite and determined, she won lasting respect for her civic leadership. As a committed Methodist she held to a strong ser of principles., and these sustained her bravery, her directness and her constant charm – the money was quickly identified.

Two dams were built to stem the flow of the rivers Allen and Kenwyn when necessary – that is, when heavy and persistent rain coincides with spring tides. Lock gates are recently renewed which are designed to hold back the tide when conditions require. And, a siren was installed at St George’s Road.

Mrs Carlyon’s tenacious, energetic, friendly and determined leadership has brought lasting safety to Truro. We have seen nothing like 1988. She would quickly say that many people helped, and some took risks, and that we should never be complacent – Nature is a mysterious and surprising mistress of the planet – she can unleash immense forces as quickly as she can charm a heavy heart with a primrose – and she can nurture rare talents and characters like Armorel Carlyon to cut like a scythe through grey forests of bureaucracy to protect families, places and businesses – and to achieve sanctuaries of peace and quiet for threatened and nervous eels –

In certain quiet corners of government offices and parliamentary corridors they still speak her name with respect and admiration.

Further memories welcome – just comment below

A personal recollection by Peter Brinton

We moved into St. George’s Road sometime in the summer of 1987 from a small terrace house in Daniell Street in Truro. Our daughter was about eighteen months old at the time. It was a big change to move from a small, two-bedroom terrace house to a large four-storey property albeit in need of extensive renovation.

Work was started on renovating the basement as this would provide a workspace for a new business.

The chronology of events has blurred with the passage of time but I was working as a teacher in Newquay at the time and getting a phone call (landline then) for me to come straight home at the end of the day as the level of the River Kenwyn was rising and the may be flooding. I arrive home after a somewhat apprehensive drive from Newquay to find the river level rising but no actual flooding of the house.

When it started it happened very quickly. Water started coming out of the toilet downstairs and the small back garden began to flood. Water leaked through the wall that separated the garden from the river Kenwyn and within minutes after that the basement was flooded to about a metre in depth. In many respects we got off better than might have been imagined. The upper floors of the house were not directly affected (although a bit soggy from all the toing and froing) but we nevertheless accepted the offer from friends who lived in Highertown to spend a couple of nights there.

And eight months or so later it happened again!

But that is only half the story. What can I remember that was driven by emotion. Firstly the Local Education Authority did not pay me for the two days I had off to sort things out! That really hurt at the time.

Secondly, the intense anger at the attitude of South West Water and the Environment Agency towards the inhabitants of the houses that flooded.

Thirdly, being interviewed on my doorstep by Westward Television (or was it the BBC?) and them panning down to show my trousers rolled up to my knees and my bare feet.

Fourthly, The coming together of the affected houses and families to help and support each other. Closed friendships developed and remain.

Fifthly, it spurred me on to become closely involved in local politics (Truro City Council and Carrick DC) in which I remained for about fifteen years.

Last night I spoke to my daughter and asked her what she remembered. She has two memories as an eighteen-month-old from that day. Barbara Parson’s cat being floated out of her basement flat on a cushion. And Ann Talbot’s large bright yellow raincoat.

We renovated the basement again and put in flood protection measures. The night storage heaters were removed and the central heating extended into the basement. The washing machine was placed on a plinth and the floors tiled so they could be brushed out. Shelves were all at above flood height. If I was ever flooded again the first thing I would do is save paper. Photographs, diaries and letters can not be replaced. Stuff can.

Peter Brinton

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2 Responses

  1. David Knight says:

    Would’ve been nice to be credited as those images have obviously be screen grabbed from my Video. My Grandad (Kenneth Collins) a keen amateur photographer recorded from the News on VHS.

    • admin says:

      Thanks for your reply. We have acknowledged Ken Hambley at the bottom. Happy to do the same for you if you can point out which ones.

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