Winter 1963 and people cycling on a frozen Thames river. I was born in October 1962 and my parents tell me stories about how harsh the Winter was that year and how I was taken ill and rushed to hospital in an ambulance that had to fight its way through 6 foot snow drifts, apparently the snow on the ground lasted until March! Luckily we don't see Winters like this anymore, on the one hand that's a good thing for people that hate the cold, but on the other, the warm and very wet Winters we get now present their own issues of flooding and native species decline, out of the frying pan etc..
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