The winter when I was four it snowed on Boxing Day. We ran outside so excited. It was so pretty but we didn't know it would stay for two months and the temperature drop to -19. Went to bed with socks and gloves on, with woolly sweaters over our pyjamas. There was ice on the inside of the windows, no central heating. Winter of 1962 / 1963 - the year the Thames froze over and even the sea for four miles.
One day my dad took us to school and the snow was so deep we had to walk behind him stepping in his footprints. That was fun, I remember