1986 was the only one of those I was around for, albeit only 6 years old! It was a very cold month with plenty of snow (the latter as per the norm in the 80s), and the snow hung around for weeks. Although depths were never massive - 6 inches or so at most - it drifted in the winds at times, as it alternated between powder and wet snow. There were icicles, of course, and I remember my dad snapping them off the guttering with my mum's broom, much to my disappointment. He said they would pull the guttering down, and I thought that was a daft thing to worry about! Of course these days I'd do as he did.
My grandpa died in early February and his funeral went from our house later in the month. The hearse got stuck in the snow and I remember everyone leaving the house, grabbing shovels and brooms, clearing a path for the hearse to the end of our road (the main road being gritted, but still snow-covered). From then on my mum loathed February with a passion, and was always glad when the month was over.
Here's a picture my dad took of the main road in the snow, a few days before the funeral. Of course the following winter saw much greater depths of snow, but in my mind that was the beginning of the big change - the great storm in October, then a gradual disappearance of our snowy easterlies...
Originally Posted by: Retron