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Scott W writes
I've written a few lines on my memory of the opening weekend of that
cold spell that happened 30 years ago next week. There's loads on the
net about it but in this age of mild winters it doesn't hurt to
reminisce. http://wp.me/p2VSmb-1WA

Thanks, Scott. I see that on the coldest day, the 12th, Wanstead
struggled up to -5.5C, which must have made it one of the warmest places
in the south-eastern half of England.

In Cranleigh, we had a little snow on the Monday, I think it was, but it
didn't amount to much. We had to wait for overnight Tuesday/Wednesday
for serious snow, but then it certainly made up for lost time. On
Wednesday morning, the gritters must have done a remarkable job on the
roads, as traffic was moving - if slowly - on the B road that runs
through Cranleigh, and I was able to make the 8 mile journey to
Guildford Station. (It's lucky that Boris Johnson wasn't running the
buses.) But at the station, a railwayman was standing by the entrance
telling everyone: "There are no trains. We don't know when there will be
any trains. We advise you to go home." I managed to get a bus back to
Cranleigh, by which time the snow had just about stopped.
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