I've just stumbled on a link to a PDF file of an interesting set of
slides (by the look of it) produced by Stephen Burt on the winter of
1962-3:

https://www.rmets.org/sites/default/...32013-burt.pdf
--
John Hall
"Banking was conceived in iniquity and born in sin"
attributed to Sir Josiah Stamp,
a former director of the Bank of England

On 06/09/2016 19:37, John Hall wrote:
I've just stumbled on a link to a PDF file of an interesting set of
slides (by the look of it) produced by Stephen Burt on the winter of
1962-3:

https://www.rmets.org/sites/default/...32013-burt.pdf

That's very interesting, most especially the response of soil
temperature at varying depths. At 120 cm it keeps declining well into
March even though air temps have already risen sharply.
And for a period of about 6 weeks the soil was essentially frozen solid
to a depth of one foot, goodness knows how late the spring bulbs
flowered in 1963!

--
Col

Bolton, Lancashire
160m asl
Snow videos:
http://www.youtube.com/channel/UC3QvmL4UWBmHFMKWiwYm_gg

On Tuesday, 6 September 2016 20:15:12 UTC+1, Col wrote:
On 06/09/2016 19:37, John Hall wrote:
I've just stumbled on a link to a PDF file of an interesting set of
slides (by the look of it) produced by Stephen Burt on the winter of
1962-3:

https://www.rmets.org/sites/default/...32013-burt.pdf

That's very interesting, most especially the response of soil
temperature at varying depths. At 120 cm it keeps declining well into
March even though air temps have already risen sharply.
And for a period of about 6 weeks the soil was essentially frozen solid
to a depth of one foot, goodness knows how late the spring bulbs
flowered in 1963!

Something about this mutton-head's use of metric units indicates that he is still relying on the copy and paste methods. Obviously it means he is reading someone's product. So that is good, isn't it?

Perhaps if someone not filtered from a moron can ask him for links so that we can find out if any thought procession has been involved. And whether any of this processing comes from the poster no the OP.

On Tuesday, 6 September 2016 20:15:12 UTC+1, Col wrote:
On 06/09/2016 19:37, John Hall wrote:
I've just stumbled on a link to a PDF file of an interesting set of
slides (by the look of it) produced by Stephen Burt on the winter of
1962-3:

https://www.rmets.org/sites/default/...32013-burt.pdf

That's very interesting, most especially the response of soil
temperature at varying depths. At 120 cm it keeps declining well into
March even though air temps have already risen sharply.
And for a period of about 6 weeks the soil was essentially frozen solid
to a depth of one foot, goodness knows how late the spring bulbs
flowered in 1963!

--
Col

Bolton, Lancashire
160m asl
Snow videos:
http://www.youtube.com/channel/UC3QvmL4UWBmHFMKWiwYm_gg

I was a teenager in Hull in '62-63. After waking up to a snow-covered garden every morning since late December, early in March I woke up to a lake-with daffodil shoots peeking through the water; and no, I don't know how they did it either.

On Tuesday, 6 September 2016 19:47:55 UTC+1, John Hall wrote:
I've just stumbled on a link to a PDF file of an interesting set of
slides (by the look of it) produced by Stephen Burt on the winter of
1962-3:

https://www.rmets.org/sites/default/...32013-burt.pdf
--
John Hall
"Banking was conceived in iniquity and born in sin"
attributed to Sir Josiah Stamp,
a former director of the Bank of England

John. I see RD Blackmore's 'Lorna Doone ' winter of 1683/4 is on the second slide and is the coldest of the lot for that said period.

I too stumbled on a thread of mine on 'weather banter'about that winter and novel from many years back when Philip Eden was very active and seemed to like me then , you're in that thread as well.

Anyhow interesting and nostalgic for like many of us I lived through that winter in London and vividly recall the smog before Christmas and very etched in my mind until the day I die is the moment it started snowing in Camberwell , London on Boxing day 1962. The other thing that strikes me is when recalling the conditions that we lived in those days is how much better things are now in terms of comfort.

But that first snowfall of 1962 Boxing Day: I was ten and have to say this was only the second big snow event I could recall up until that tender age. I'm from what used to be known as a working -class family (now there is a non-working class) however that Boxing Day in my fortunate large 4 Bed Victorian semi in Camberwell it was bleedin' perishing. We had one 2- bar electric fire in the lounge where my dad sat and a paraffin heater plus the oven when it was on, oh and a gas 'ascot' water heater in the kitchen. I know I've said this many times before but with double glazing unheard of, central heating unaffordable (energy prices far, far, higher then today and insulation not even on the radar; well it had to be said the weather was always with you in the home let alone outside. So winter when cold was always a bitter cold and miserable experience yet I loved it and still yearn to live through that once again , which is stupidly naïve as I can move somewhere like North America and live in a barn and experience it all again.

So the scene is set 'Boxing Day 1962 ' My mother, sister and me are waiting for my dad to come back from the Harrow Public House in Lettsom Street just of off Camberwell Grove to go to our traditional Boxing Day dinner and my Nan and Grandads, its about 1:30 pm bitterly cold as we wait with our coats on for him in the kitchen trying to stay warm. He is late and probable had well over the then non existent limit as drink driving laws hadn't been yet legalised. So its around 1 in the afternoon, bitterly cold indoors let alone out and if I'm correct the early part of the day was sunny, but I do vividly recall those leaden grey clouds starting to move down from the North and getting so excited when the first snowflake fell.

Well me dad turned up eventually in his firms Morris flat front van (not one seat belt) and we drove through the settling snow about two miles to my grandparents. The other major social difference between now and then was the fact not one shop was open as we drove up Lordship Lane which was eerily deserted with my dads Morris tyres leaving the only marks in the newly fallen snow. By the way the van was bloody cold as well as vehicles than had fixed belt driven fans which cooled the engine precisely when you wanted it to get to operating temperature . So bitterly cold, dad driving us over the limit in a van with no seat belts all now totally illegal or seen as unacceptable conditions and it makes me wonder how did we survive it all . Well we did and we loved it all.


But that winter.......

I'm rambling now so I'm stopping right here

On Tuesday, 6 September 2016 19:47:55 UTC+1, John Hall wrote:
I've just stumbled on a link to a PDF file of an interesting set of
slides (by the look of it) produced by Stephen Burt on the winter of
1962-3:

https://www.rmets.org/sites/default/...32013-burt.pdf
--
John Hall
"Banking was conceived in iniquity and born in sin"
attributed to Sir Josiah Stamp,
a former director of the Bank of England



"I've just stumbled on a link" Sounds dangerous John get it rendered a non trip hazard immediatly

In message ,
Lawrence Jenkins writes
On Tuesday, 6 September 2016 19:47:55 UTC+1, John Hall wrote:
I've just stumbled on a link to a PDF file of an interesting set of
slides (by the look of it) produced by Stephen Burt on the winter of
1962-3:

https://www.rmets.org/sites/default/...32013-burt.pdf

John. I see RD Blackmore's 'Lorna Doone ' winter of 1683/4 is on the
second slide and is the coldest of the lot for that said period.

Yep.


I too stumbled on a thread of mine on 'weather banter'about that winter
and novel from many years back when Philip Eden was very active and
seemed to like me then , you're in that thread as well.

I think I might have a vague memory of that thread. I believe RD
Blackmore was an amateur meteorologist, and it shows in his excellent
descriptions of the weather in that winter.


Anyhow interesting and nostalgic for like many of us I lived through
that winter in London and vividly recall the smog before Christmas and
very etched in my mind until the day I die is the moment it started
snowing in Camberwell , London on Boxing day 1962. The other thing
that strikes me is when recalling the conditions that we lived in those
days is how much better things are now in terms of comfort.

Absolutely. The only room that was reasonably warm was the living room
with its open fire, and even there one's front - facing the fire - was
warm but one's back was cold.


But that first snowfall of 1962 Boxing Day: I was ten and have to say
this was only the second big snow event I could recall up until that
tender age.

I was fourteen. I remember it started snowing very gently here in
Cranleigh around dusk on Boxing Day. By the time I went to bed there was
still probably less than an inch on the ground, so it was a big surprise
to wake up in the morning to 8 inches of the stuff.

Then three nights later we had another 7 inches, but whereas the first
snowfall had come with almost no wind this time it was as close to a
true blizzard as we are ever likely to get on low ground in southern
England.

I'm from what used to be known as a working -class family (now there
is a non-working class) however that Boxing Day in my fortunate large 4
Bed Victorian semi in Camberwell it was bleedin' perishing. We had one
2- bar electric fire in the lounge where my dad sat and a paraffin
heater plus the oven when it was on, oh and a gas 'ascot' water heater
in the kitchen. I know I've said this many times before but with
double glazing unheard of, central heating unaffordable (energy prices
far, far, higher then today and insulation not even on the radar; well
it had to be said the weather was always with you in the home let alone
outside. So winter when cold was always a bitter cold and miserable
experience yet I loved it and still yearn to live through that once
again , which is stupidly naïve as I can move somewhere like North
America and live in a barn and experience it all again.

Me too. One thing I miss is the "frost flowers" that used to form on the
inside of windows overnight.


So the scene is set 'Boxing Day 1962 ' My mother, sister and me are
waiting for my dad to come back from the Harrow Public House in Lettsom
Street just of off Camberwell Grove to go to our traditional Boxing Day
dinner and my Nan and Grandads, its about 1:30 pm bitterly cold as we
wait with our coats on for him in the kitchen trying to stay warm. He
is late and probable had well over the then non existent limit as drink
driving laws hadn't been yet legalised. So its around 1 in the
afternoon, bitterly cold indoors let alone out and if I'm correct the
early part of the day was sunny, but I do vividly recall those leaden
grey clouds starting to move down from the North and getting so excited
when the first snowflake fell.

Well me dad turned up eventually in his firms Morris flat front van
(not one seat belt) and we drove through the settling snow about two
miles to my grandparents. The other major social difference between
now and then was the fact not one shop was open as we drove up Lordship
Lane which was eerily deserted with my dads Morris tyres leaving the
only marks in the newly fallen snow. By the way the van was bloody cold
as well as vehicles than had fixed belt driven fans which cooled the
engine precisely when you wanted it to get to operating temperature .
So bitterly cold, dad driving us over the limit in a van with no seat
belts all now totally illegal or seen as unacceptable conditions and
it makes me wonder how did we survive it all . Well we did and we loved it all.


But that winter.......

I'm rambling now so I'm stopping right here


Great stuff, Lawrence! I remember posts like this on the occasions that
occur every now and then when I'm tempted to kill-file you.
--
John Hall
"Banking was conceived in iniquity and born in sin"
attributed to Sir Josiah Stamp,
a former director of the Bank of England

On Wednesday, 7 September 2016 11:05:15 UTC+1, Lawrence Jenkins wrote:
On Tuesday, 6 September 2016 19:47:55 UTC+1, John Hall wrote:
I've just stumbled on a link to a PDF file of an interesting set of
slides (by the look of it) produced by Stephen Burt on the winter of
1962-3:

https://www.rmets.org/sites/default/...32013-burt.pdf
--
John Hall
"Banking was conceived in iniquity and born in sin"
attributed to Sir Josiah Stamp,
a former director of the Bank of England

John. I see RD Blackmore's 'Lorna Doone ' winter of 1683/4 is on the second slide and is the coldest of the lot for that said period.

I too stumbled on a thread of mine on 'weather banter'about that winter and novel from many years back when Philip Eden was very active and seemed to like me then , you're in that thread as well.

Anyhow interesting and nostalgic for like many of us I lived through that winter in London and vividly recall the smog before Christmas and very etched in my mind until the day I die is the moment it started snowing in Camberwell , London on Boxing day 1962. The other thing that strikes me is when recalling the conditions that we lived in those days is how much better things are now in terms of comfort.

But that first snowfall of 1962 Boxing Day: I was ten and have to say this was only the second big snow event I could recall up until that tender age. I'm from what used to be known as a working -class family (now there is a non-working class) however that Boxing Day in my fortunate large 4 Bed Victorian semi in Camberwell it was bleedin' perishing. We had one 2- bar electric fire in the lounge where my dad sat and a paraffin heater plus the oven when it was on, oh and a gas 'ascot' water heater in the kitchen. I know I've said this many times before but with double glazing unheard of, central heating unaffordable (energy prices far, far, higher then today and insulation not even on the radar; well it had to be said the weather was always with you in the home let alone outside. So winter when cold was always a bitter cold and miserable experience yet I loved it and still yearn to live through that once again , which is stupidly naïve as I can move somewhere like North America and live in a barn and experience it all again..

So the scene is set 'Boxing Day 1962 ' My mother, sister and me are waiting for my dad to come back from the Harrow Public House in Lettsom Street just of off Camberwell Grove to go to our traditional Boxing Day dinner and my Nan and Grandads, its about 1:30 pm bitterly cold as we wait with our coats on for him in the kitchen trying to stay warm. He is late and probable had well over the then non existent limit as drink driving laws hadn't been yet legalised. So its around 1 in the afternoon, bitterly cold indoors let alone out and if I'm correct the early part of the day was sunny, but I do vividly recall those leaden grey clouds starting to move down from the North and getting so excited when the first snowflake fell.

Well me dad turned up eventually in his firms Morris flat front van (not one seat belt) and we drove through the settling snow about two miles to my grandparents. The other major social difference between now and then was the fact not one shop was open as we drove up Lordship Lane which was eerily deserted with my dads Morris tyres leaving the only marks in the newly fallen snow. By the way the van was bloody cold as well as vehicles than had fixed belt driven fans which cooled the engine precisely when you wanted it to get to operating temperature . So bitterly cold, dad driving us over the limit in a van with no seat belts all now totally illegal or seen as unacceptable conditions and it makes me wonder how did we survive it all . Well we did and we loved it all.


But that winter.......

I'm rambling now so I'm stopping right here

We were never really cold that winter, what with two permanently roaring fires in both rooms downstairs. What I do remember is the outside down pipes freezing solid, so neither bath nor sinks emptied. Two of his sons held on to a ladder while Dad went up and carefully blow-torched them. It seemed to do the trick.
I also remember how sunless it seemed, due to a factory chimney close by producing masses of vapour semi-permanently obliterating the sun.

On Thursday, 8 September 2016 10:42:40 UTC+1, Freddie wrote:
haaark Wrote in message:
On Wednesday, 7 September 2016 11:05:15 UTC+1, Lawrence Jenkins wrote:
On Tuesday, 6 September 2016 19:47:55 UTC+1, John Hall wrote:
I've just stumbled on a link to a PDF file of an interesting set of
slides (by the look of it) produced by Stephen Burt on the winter of
1962-3:

https://www.rmets.org/sites/default/...32013-burt.pdf
--
John Hall
"Banking was conceived in iniquity and born in sin"
attributed to Sir Josiah Stamp,
a former director of the Bank of England

John. I see RD Blackmore's 'Lorna Doone ' winter of 1683/4 is on the second slide and is the coldest of the lot for that said period.

I too stumbled on a thread of mine on 'weather banter'about that winter and novel from many years back when Philip Eden was very active and seemed to like me then , you're in that thread as well.

Anyhow interesting and nostalgic for like many of us I lived through that winter in London and vividly recall the smog before Christmas and very etched in my mind until the day I die is the moment it started snowing in Camberwell , London on Boxing day 1962. The other thing that strikes me is when recalling the conditions that we lived in those days is how much better things are now in terms of comfort.

But that first snowfall of 1962 Boxing Day: I was ten and have to say this was only the second big snow event I could recall up until that tender age. I'm from what used to be known as a working -class family (now there is a non-working class) however that Boxing Day in my fortunate large 4 Bed Victorian semi in Camberwell it was bleedin' perishing. We had one 2- bar electric fire in the lounge where my dad sat and a paraffin heater plus the oven when it was on, oh and a gas 'ascot' water heater in the kitchen. I know I've said this many times before but with double glazing unheard of, central heating unaffordable (energy prices far, far, higher then today and insulation not even on the radar; well it had to be said the weather was always with you in the home let alone outside. So winter when cold was always a bitter cold and miserable experience yet I loved it and still yearn to live through that once again , which is stupidly naïve as I can move somewhere like North America and live in a barn and experience it all again.

So the scene is set 'Boxing Day 1962 ' My mother, sister and me are waiting for my dad to come back from the Harrow Public House in Lettsom Street just of off Camberwell Grove to go to our traditional Boxing Day dinner and my Nan and Grandads, its about 1:30 pm bitterly cold as we wait with our coats on for him in the kitchen trying to stay warm. He is late and probable had well over the then non existent limit as drink driving laws hadn't been yet legalised. So its around 1 in the afternoon, bitterly cold indoors let alone out and if I'm correct the early part of the day was sunny, but I do vividly recall those leaden grey clouds starting to move down from the North and getting so excited when the first snowflake fell.

Well me dad turned up eventually in his firms Morris flat front van (not one seat belt) and we drove through the settling snow about two miles to my grandparents. The other major social difference between now and then was the fact not one shop was open as we drove up Lordship Lane which was eerily deserted with my dads Morris tyres leaving the only marks in the newly fallen snow. By the way the van was bloody cold as well as vehicles than had fixed belt driven fans which cooled the engine precisely when you wanted it to get to operating temperature . So bitterly cold, dad driving us over the limit in a van with no seat belts all now totally illegal or seen as unacceptable conditions and it makes me wonder how did we survive it all . Well we did and we loved it all.


But that winter.......

I'm rambling now so I'm stopping right here

We were never really cold that winter, what with two permanently roaring fires in both rooms downstairs. What I do remember is the outside down pipes freezing solid, so neither bath nor sinks emptied. Two of his sons held on to a ladder while Dad went up and carefully blow-torched them. It seemed to do the trick.
I also remember how sunless it seemed, due to a factory chimney close by producing masses of vapour semi-permanently obliterating the sun.

Where were you living at the time?
Hull

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"John Hall" wrote in message ...

I've just stumbled on a link to a PDF file of an interesting set of
slides (by the look of it) produced by Stephen Burt on the winter of
1962-3:

https://www.rmets.org/sites/default/...32013-burt.pdf
--
John Hall
"Banking was conceived in iniquity and born in sin"
attributed to Sir Josiah Stamp,
a former director of the Bank of England
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ ++++++++++
Memories of mine from that Winter in Merstham Sy include my father
discovering frost lingering within the exposed surface coal/coke bunkers
located outside the house as late as the end of April.
In late January of 1963 I had to take one of my 11-plus exams in Wellingtons
that were overlaid with plastic bags that went up higher than the footwear
otherwise the snow/ice would have
got inside them.That morning I think the temperature was down to -16c and on
reaching school the hands and feet were numb from the cold and I remember
one 'teacher' chastising me for resting my mittened hands on a roasting hot
radiator ,exclaiming I would get chilblains.....