9/10 Everything came together. Snow just never happens in an easterly here, whatever the depth of cold ... but a low-pressure system colliding with a deep-cold easterly - oh my goodness!
Couldn't even fault the longevity - this was taken 10 mins ago; bear in mind that THIS is the thaw:
(That's a lone female blackcap eating the apple core, possibly regretting her decision not to migrate to the Continent at the end of the summer, like the rest of her species).
Oddly enough, the only thing which prevented a 10 was the freezing rain: it left the snow as 2" of ice over 10" of snow. It really is hard work picking your feet through that, and it made sledging a lottery. You'd slide 20 yards or so over the ice, and then it would collapse and the sledge flip over. I managed to trap a finger under it, then my head and finally a testicle, at which point I felt it best to call it a day, being 56 years old now. Having said that, it was still disappointing to be the only person in the village, young or old, daft enough to attempt to use a sledge - I thought the whole point of this sort of weather was the chance to try things which are badly thought out, dangerous and painful.
Maybe a cool dispassionate assessment would be a 7/10, even for here, on the grounds of lasting less than a week. But for personal reasons I got all emotional walking through the blizzard beside the frozen river with the dog on Thursday night: I'd spent Dec. 2010 cut off, 110 m asl in the Blackdowns, and been forced to leave that house a month later. I'd given up on ever experiencing anything comparable again, being a lousy 32 m asl now. With one snowstorm, seven years of gnawing anger and resentment at the circumstances of that move rose from my shoulders. The world's a bit happier a place for me now.
By the way, I'd take issue with those wishing it had all happened in December or January (or February, come to that). It's now, in March, that sea-surface temperatures are at their coldest, and it's possible that the March date was the very factor which made it so extreme.
Might such events become more common? I wonder whether the off-the-scale nature of the sudden stratospheric warming which led to this one might have a long-term effect on atmospheric patterns. I remember unblocking a drainage pipe under a roadway a few years ago: for 10 minutes I stood in a ditch, waist-high in water, violently jabbing a long length of hazel into the pipe with no success. Then, all of a sudden, years of accumulated debris shifted with violent noise, and I was swept off my feet by the sudden rush of water. And in the aftermath the whole landscape changed: ponds disappeared upstream, while new ones formed downstream.
Now, the atmosphere is a fluid system too, and I wonder whether the effect of that atmospheric "blockage" being shifted and all that hot air being belched into space might have similar long-term effects in restoring the kinds of atmospheric flows we were used to from the Forties to the Eighties. It's a long shot, but I'd give it a chance.
2 miles west of Taunton, 32 m asl, where "milder air moving in from the west" becomes SNOWMAGEDDON.
Well, two or three times a decade it does, anyway.