Wednesday, 29 July 2009

Tree falls in Percy Street, W1





Nobody likes to see a tree go. This happened in 5 minutes, a bit of creaking and cracking and whoosh, gone.
Posted by westendmum at 15:07
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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

oo-er! I wonder if if could be heard in Charlotte Street...?

29 July 2009 at 23:22
Anonymous said...

and now they plan to cut the lot of them down

9 February 2012 at 11:00

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