It was 2 June 1975, not the 6th. And, as far as I know, it's the only time snow has ever falling in southern lowland England in June. There never were "the days" when snow used to fall in June. Only the one.
And, as an aside, it was the prelude to the most beautiful sunny endless summer you could ever imagine.
Re NS Robins' point that you don't get "snow upon snow" in March, even in 2018: well, we did here. The snow began falling overnight 28 Feb/1 March and the drifts were topped up for at least a couple of further days. And, best of all, when it finally dissipated by mid-month, there was another epic fall of several inches of snow on 19 March and we got out the sledges all over again.
And that's in the West Country, just 30 m above sea level. The key point, though, is that it's rural here. I get the feeling that much of the winter moaning and doom-mongering is a consequence of everyone living in towns and/or experiencing winter by the lines of the 850 temps on the GEFS diagrams, rather than going outside.
To normal people, there's been nothing mild about this winter down here, away from the towns. No days of temps in the teens where you could let the fire go out, like last December. No need to mow the lawn. There was even a thin layer of seasonal ice on all the puddles on Christmas Day. The one defining memory so far is battling through the cold and the horizontal rain to vote on 12 December. A typical cold winter, in other words. Even while typing this I'm looking at a white wonderland of frost which will last all day in the shade.
We've lived through an awesome decade for winter fans - Jan and Dec 2010 through to 1 Feb 2019. Record-breaking stuff. But if you spent it in towns, travelling by car from centrally heated home to centrally heated office, and passed the days there gloomily eyeing up the breakdown on GEFS, then too bad. You've had global warming instead.
Originally Posted by: some faraway beach