Posted: 03/03/2017 at 10:05
I agree Chloe, it is better to be crisp and cold than what we in the NE call Mizzly.
What I remember most though is every very bad winter was followed by a heat wave summer. 1939-40 we seemed to be out on sledges in the field behind our house it had a lovely long run straight into a pond, luckily frozen, skating on the water meadows on the Billingham Bottoms where the mill streams ran it went on for weeks followed by a very warm summer and the Battle of Britain, a bit too warm methinks.
1944-45 a very bad winter, more so on the Continent, the Battle of the Bulge, that summer was very hot I had started work and we were fitting guards to machines girls had worked on all the war years, they suddenly had to be made safe. We and the girls went out on the field near the factory to sun bathe and me very red faced fought off Zena who was always trying to kiss me in front of every one, they thought it amusing i thought it embarrassing, we live and learn but they were different times.
1947, from weeks of snow and ice to fighting bush fires in Hampshire, we prayed for rain that June it never happened, we dug fire breaks cut down bush and were caught in a flash fire in a copse, we dived off a bank into a stream and got away with a few blisters and loss of hair, not much to lose with the military cut.
Other bad winters led to hot summers, always being actively outdoors we noticed such things and the odd shower was often a relief. Going to a place where we never saw rain for nearly two years believe me you come to appreciate the British weather, rain hail or snow.