PeteC

Thank God I'm not alone. I must be a 9. Ever since I was a small lad I've been fascinated by the stuff. I still remember at the age of 5 looking out the window on boxing day 1962, the start of the big freeze. I think I got a sledge a couple of years later and had regular trips out to Bisham Hill, near Maidenhead to use it. At the time, most of the sledges were big wooden things, taking up to 4 people, typically half of whom would fall off before the sledge got to the bottom! All part of the fun. I still find it mesmerising and a wonder to behold. In some ways the addiction is worse these days. In the old days, you just had to hope. Now there are 6 hourly updates of GFS charts to waste time looking at, on the hope that they may improve. Maybe we need a snow addiction clinic? On the basis, that the only cure is 'too much snow', perhaps we should open one in Switzerland, where you are forced to go out in the white stuff everyday, all day, until you can't stand the it any more.