I'll stick with December 1981 to follow on from Snowmaiden. I was a little older than Snowmaiden and had returned home, a small market town in Leicestershire for Christmas after being away climbing for most of the year. After a hour or so of getting a proper job banter from parents I retired to local hostelry and met up with old friends. After a while with snow steadily getting deeper a policeman friend came into the pub and told of atocious conditions on the A6. I rushed home and got my gear and spent the rest of the night helping out in removing terrified drivers and their passengers. Got back to pub at about 2am which had stayed open to help out and from there to some local hills for fertilizer bag sledging untill it was getting light. The magical part of the story was 150 - 200 relative strangers out in the snow enjoying themselves not a cross word or temper raised even though copious amounts of alcohol had been sunk that evening, what struck me then was how a wild act of nature had bought some many people together and incredibly made them smile and enjoy life......and people ask me why I have this obsession with the mountains and snow....I guess that story part answers it