It is quiet here this Winter. I'm guilty of popping in, looking for a miracle and skulking back out the door again.
I remember the snowfalls of the 80's. Rolling out the front in the snow, burying friends and snowball fights galore, but then I remember the compacted snow and ice that seemed to last for weeks after. I used to pretend to skate everywhere, many many falls and sore bums.
My sister got married in January 1982. That was the biggest snowfall I have ever witnessed to hit Cardiff. The drifts came at least 7-8 foot up the windows of our house. The neighbours had to dig a path to the main road, so the car could pick my sister up and take her to the church. It was FREEZING stood around in a bridesmaid dress. What i wouldn't give to experience that level of snow and cold again!