I was in the last year of Primary School. Unfortunately the Primary School was a minutes walk away in a small town. So only a handful of kids, one teacher and the Janitor desperately trying to stop the pipes freezing. The other 80 percent of pupils and teachers never made it in for a full week. The bored single teacher told us to go round in groups on the playing field armed with sticks and tape measures to determine the depths of the snow drifts. Some were immeasurable to our small statutes, as high as 4 metres, but we made a good job of kicking them all in, so as not to be beaten.That said February 1991 was a bit of chore (I grew up south of Middlesbrough in North Yorks) as I had a paper round. Nearly two foot of snow lying for most of the month. Had to do it on foot, took me two and half hours (usually 45 mins on bike) and I still got to school on time, which rarely shut through the whole spell. Again it was the lucky kids in the surrounding villages who got the snow days. No schools shut on a whim, had to be serious stuff.