dry reservoirs wales 1976
https://images.app.goo.gl/d5Td8LhWcy43pQUUA
Some cracking images
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dry reservoirs wales 1976
https://images.app.goo.gl/d5Td8LhWcy43pQUUA
Some cracking images
Told dad to stay home ..
https://images.app.goo.gl/MGf3oUpRkKr7tPzz6
And mum
https://images.app.goo.gl/z8Xzi2iKAFfb5BCBA
Did we cope yes :
https://www.walesonline.co.uk/lifest...s-24518390.amp
On June the 1st 1976 I was caught in a snowdrift on The North Yorkshire Moors between RAF Fylingdales and Pickering, just saying like!
Not as hot as now, but more prolonged. The weather broke on our wedding day.
was a lot more localised apparently
Attachment 5084
this year will definitely be a lot warmer than 1976 in terms of the climate.
also last winter has to be the mildest I can ever remember - not a flake of snow and I think I only had to scrape ice from my car about twice.
what the heck is going on in Antarctica this year?!
June 1976 changed my life. Decided to hitch-hike to see my brother in Germany and I have never been abroad before.
This was before the M25 was built and having got to New Cross around pub closing time I was stupidly still trying to find a lift to Dover.
I was attacked by two guys, one of whom picked up a nearby broken bottle and shoved it in my face. Fortunately, I quickly lifted my hand to guard my face and ended up with a severed vein and three severed finger tendons. Some parts of the bottle also caught the top of my head, my other hand and my chin.
They had pushed me into an alley and I could feel myself losing consciousness, which although a very pleasant feeling, would have resulted in my death and blood was shooting out of my hand in proectile fashion. I collected myself and staggered to the road where someone called an ambulance
I woke up in Greenwich hospital the following day with my face full of bruises, with a few minor cuts on my physog and my hand in plaster. I spent three days in hospital, walked to the nearby A2 and carried on hitching with my arm in a sling and with my face looking a mess.
A German couple in a Mercedes stopped and took me all the way to my the centre of my town where my brother lived. Peering into the closed police station a police car drew up to me - and pistol-packing policeman stopped and gave me a lift to my brother's house. I spent the whole of June getting fitter and running in the hot sun - and after meeting so many wonderful local people I decided to come home and learn their language.
By the way, despite losing a bit of my knuckle and and having the bottle-shaped scar on my hand, the nylon used to rejoin the tendons is still fully functional. Had my reactions been a split-second later my face would have got the brunt of it.
I ended up living in that town for a while and still have close connections to it.
That June 1976 for me.