The big freeze...

I remember weather like this from my childhood. We didn’t call it the ‘Beast from the East’; it was just ‘winter’. In the big freeze of 1962-63 the weather never went above zero for weeks, which meant that Windermere was frozen over from Waterhead to Newby Bridge (apart from a stretch of water, about 100 yards wide, kept open by the ferry going to and fro). Mum and I skated on the ice; for half a dozen different reasons, that won’t happen again…

I’m still at Helen’s, working on the book and watching the snow being whipped up by gusts of wind…

Licensed this pic yesterday: the summer game being played at Hartley Wintney...