In the winter of 1962/63 I was at University in Newcastle upon Tyne, and my forces father was stationed in north Germany.
I was home for the Christmas holidays and when the cold weather started there was nothing between the north German plain and Siberia. It was so cold we needed to use the car to drive 200 yards to the corner shop. DS and I tried to walk it but even with scarves around our faces the searing air cut our lungs like a knife and we had to turn back.
I then returned to Newcastle and 4 foot of snow, but below freezing or not it was so much warmer than Germany and as I staggered through the drifts I could be heard muttering in ecstasy, 'it is so warm here, so warm' Everyone thought I was mad.
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. In Linlithgow there was (is?) a steep brae up to the station. Few cars could manage it, but my young sister, who was at school in Edinburgh, and I drove the family's mini which took that brae with ease, as the mini was, at the time, the only car with front wheel drive. It made out commute a great deal easier. Railway platforms ar the coldest places!