"Surfer!" wrote in message
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In message , Mike Tullett
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with all the cold weather. It was great in 62/63

I remember that! The snow came over my wellies,

Oh, you poor dear. It came (drifted) up to the top of the roof of our
bungalow in the middle of Hampshire. Generally, the roads were under about 8
feet, but open fields only had about a foot. Drifting covered houses, cars,
hedges, even buses. If you stood on the top of it, all you could see was
white, white, more white and even more white behind that white.

Look, I'm trying very, very hard not to get started. ..... :-)

jim, Northampton



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