Quote Originally Posted by jimmyscoular View Post
I was 6 years old and remember it well. I was wide-eyed as my mother couldn't open the back door of the house, so great was the weight of the accumulated snow. The front door opened, though, and I was out of there like a shot, hugely excited by the snow. I was wearing shorts, and mum yelled at me to get back in and get dressed properly.

Snowball fights, sleds, snowmen.

It was a rough time. People died. But for a kid, oh what a time.⛄️
The coldest winter for 200 years and for a lad of 8 it came as a bit of a shock. We had only moved to Llanrumney from Adamsdown the year before and prior to that I'd only ever seen sleet.

On the morning of the snowfall I walked downstairs and noticed that halfway up the opaque window at the foot of stairs it was completely white. When I opened the front door I couldn't believe my eyes. Drifts of several feet blanketed the front garden but it was the shapes of buried cars that took my breath away. I too went out in short trousers and was in a lot of pain when the feeling returned. They don't make winters like that anymore !