I remember 1947 and 1962/3. Both were hard winters. I was a small child in '47 so it was fun; snowball fights, sledging, building snowmen and walking along the frozen canal with my dad. I was a young working wife in 62/3 so it was a pain and the trains used to stop for hours, between Accrington and Bury (where I worked), due to frozen points. I think it was '65 when I was visiting my parents, who still lived in West End at the time, at Easter. Over 6" of snow fell and the weight of it brought the iron guttering from their house roof crashing down to where my daughter and I had been standing minutes before.
There's a lot more Winter to go (ugh) so we might get it yet.
