On Monday, September 3, he took a coach to the royal palace at Hampton Court (20 miles away) to personally inform the king that the fire was unstoppable. He returned with written orders for gunpowder demolitions. On Tuesday, he commandeered carts, horses, and boats to evacuate the Navy Office’s records—including centuries of irreplaceable maritime contracts. He even dug a pit in his garden and buried his prized Parmesan cheese and a bottle of wine.
And if you stand there at 2:00 a.m. on a quiet night, you might imagine a man in a nightshirt, smelling smoke, and deciding—against all reason—to go see for himself. the great fire of london samuel pepys
The summer of 1666 had been a cruel one. A drought had turned the River Thames into a sluggish trickle. Wooden buildings were desiccated tinder. Worse, the city had just survived the Great Plague of 1665, which killed 100,000 people. London was exhausted, bankrupt, and terrified. The last thing anyone wanted was another act of God. On Monday, September 3, he took a coach
By the time the Lord Mayor, Sir Thomas Bludworth, arrived, the fire had already consumed half a dozen houses. Bludworth took one look and spoke the most infamous words in London’s history: “ Pish! A woman might piss it out. ” Then he went back to bed. He even dug a pit in his garden
Most Londoners that night rolled over and went back to sleep. They had seen fires before. But Samuel Pepys—a man defined by his restless curiosity, his love of gossip, and his obsessive need to record everything—did something extraordinary. He got dressed, walked toward the flames, and, over the next four days, became the accidental hero of one of history’s greatest urban catastrophes.