1963
When I was young I lived in a small village 3 miles from the English side of the Scottish Border. Most of those years I can remember having a good supply of snow during every winter and long warm holidays in the summer. They certainly were not the dripping wet summers we are experiencing now.
There were definate distinctions between one season and the next. Plants didn't flower twice as they can often be seen to do now. So whatever is happening to the weather it is nothing like it was
when I was a child. As for the current snow falls. Yes, it has been more prolonged and severe than any we have had in recent years in Britain. Nevertheless, in comparison with 1947 and 1963 it is a sprinkling. Where my Father worked he was able to hang his coat on the top of a telegraph pole and that is no exaggeration. The village was cut off for so long, food suppl;ies had to be dropped by helicopter. The village Doctor came for emergencies only and when he was compelled to visit he came over the Northumbrian Moors on skis. Now that was a very hard winter and we endured that and others not quite so severe without all the disruption we see now. However, we all seemed to have a different way of life then, of course, and people did not commute as they do now. Shops were local as were the other facilities and most people did not own a car.
So what am I saying here? Well nothing really just that we are cushioned to a greater degree, from the physical hardships in our materialistic society, than we have ever been before. The snow will eventually go and we will all get over it but one thing that will not change will be the relentless 24 hour news channels that remind us and encourage us to believe that the world has almost come to it's very end because some snow has fallen in Britain!! I think this is what I looked like when I ventured out today .... Scary or what?
Wednesday, 6 January 2010
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