I was living in the east then, and everybody used to just come to Plymouth to sit under the evergreen tree to see what the ash looks like. Tiny little flakes dropping on you, you thought it was cool, but we never knew how dangerous it was gonna turn out to be. But for us it was like an excitement, at first, experience something you never experienced. Hearing the rumbling like a jet plane and tiny little flakes. If you wear white, that would be all destroyed ’cause you couldn’t get the ash from out of it, but we didn’t mind. […] everyone used to come from the country, the people in the surrounding areas used to stay where they are but we used to come from the north, from the south, from the east, ‘cause we wanted to be in Plymouth ‘cause that’s where most of the ash was falling.
– Montserrat Resident, 2019