As a veteran of the 1963 freeze, I'm quite amused at the panic generated by the prospect of a couple of weeks below zero. I had to go by train into Edinburgh every day - Dip Ed classes - and remember the enormous icicles, the size of organ pipes, along the rail track. Between the training college and the University we had to walk up a steep and very icy slope which luckily had a handrail. I had a red duffel coat with a fleecy lining which stood me in very good stead. I don't remember the country grinding to a halt. Snow ploughs created great walls of snow along the roads.
Aah! I could definitely stamp and shout at the moment!



