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Lawrence Jenkins writes:
Not in any Christmas mood at all just watched part of ITV's version
of the best 20 Christmas songs-BBC did the same, slightly different
results the other day. Have to say it made me even more
miserable being reminded how all those years have gone by in
the time it takes to play a song or two. Even looking at the artiste
and how they've aged. So in sad nostalgic mood and seeing the
News years day synoptic cheered me up -but why, why is cold
weather part of the package for at least. Oh fu*& it; not many
Christmases left or winters.

Maybe that's it, we time our lives with memorable weather events
I can still as clear as day remember the snow starting to fall on
Boxing Day 1962, the fist real blizzard a week later. The trip to
South Kirby with a beautiful partner as the winter of 78/79 started
in earnest. We left in the afternoon from Victoria coach station on
the 29th December 78 in these conditions as the low sank south
with a screaming bitter easterly as the High followed http://www.
wetterzentrale.de/pics/archive/ra/1978/Rrea00119781229.gif.

As we got past the infamous Watford gap the snow started and
ponte was such a pretty picture when we arrived-of course I
missed the snow storm in London which was on the 30th I believe.

Anyhow I'm going on, which is very unlike me; however the point
is do we count down the clock with weather memories and
therefore always feel a nostalgic pang for those past events. Don't
know about you but I would live them all over again if it were
possible.

Lovely post, Lawrence. I remember the three snowfalls that you mention
very well. Others that I would have in my personal hall of fame include
several in 1981-2, January 1987 and February 1991. There have also been
some notable snowfalls within the last five years, of course, but one of
the things I find about growing older is that I can't remember
comparatively recent events as well as those of twenty or more years
ago.
--
John Hall "He crams with cans of poisoned meat
The subjects of the King,
And when they die by thousands G.K.Chesterton:
Why, he laughs like anything." from "Song Against Grocers"