I think I must have been interested in the weather from the moment I left the womb. My earliest snow memory is February 1956 when, after a severe blizzard, I was amazed to see my cousin walking over the top of our garden hedge on drifts 6 to 9 feet deep. The entire road through our village was filled with snow, I was almost 3 at the time and drifts that deep looked immense. The winter of 1962/63 was a dream come true and I began my own weather station as a result (at the end of the winter unfortunately) and have continued to do so until the present day. My fanaticism has not decreased with increasing age. Every weather forecast must be watched/listened to and every word analysed, every nuance interpreted for potential interesting weather. One entire room of the house is filled with meteorological books, maps, magazines, records, data etc etc. I wallow in data like a Hippo' in a tropical river ( poor analogy, I'm not really as fat as a Hippo') If computers and boards like this had been around when I was in my teens I would have been the archetypal geek. T.M