1962 was one of the worst ever winters in Britain. Only the winter of 1683-84 has been significantly colder, since records began.
I was a small girl and very excited about Christmas in a cottage in Lancashire with my family. The snow arrived, a whole skyful of it. I remember waking on Christmas morning to a glorious sunny day. The snow was feet deep, but sparkling with ten million diamonds. My brothers and I played outside, rolled in the snow, made snowmen and generally had a ball.
And then the power went.
Yup. No electricity – and in the small cottage, no alternative power either. I can’t honestly remember how we kept warm. There might have been an open fire, but there certainly wasn’t anything to cook on. I vaguely remember grazing on bread and cheese – and I certainly remember being very, very cold! Still – it’s one Christmas I haven’t forgotten, more than fifty years later.