Winter 1962/63- part one

Christmas morning 2016, the morning sun`s rays had just burst through the conservatory windows, for a moment we were temporarily blinded by the effect. The Sinodun hills were lit as though with a beacon, no longer did we experience their brooding presence on the skyline, in the garden the thermometer registered 15 degrees and in full sun 23 Celcius. How different to the Christmas of 1962, when as a young man I drove to Brands Hatch to watch motor racing. Towards evening the light began to fade and incredibly fine snowflakes started to swirl and fall like confetti on the tarmacadem surface of the race track. Little did I realise this was to be the opening blast of the coldest winter since records began welcome to the big freeze of 1962/63.