Brilliant footage - thanks for posting it. The winter of 1962-63 still makes me shiver when I think of it.
As I remember, the temperature dropped below freezing on Boxing Day and stayed below freezing until mid-March.
Everywhere was covered in a deep blanket of snow. In the towns, it was bad enough, but in the remoter parts of the West Country it was truly awful - there were drifts up to 40ft deep.
One particular memory is of two kids in school hauling a crate of milk into the classroom (we still got free milk in those days) and it was just a solid lump of ice. It never thawed out in time to drink it.
As has been mentioned, few houses had central heating and it was a real battle to keep warm. But you could always take a grill plate out of the fireside oven and wrap it in a towel to heat up your bed.
And, as kids, we loved the snow and ice - making slides in the back entries and having snowball fights.
The thing is, no one made a fuss about it. It was just something you had to put up with. Everyone got on with it and disruption was kept to a minimum. We never missed a day's school and my father - who was a labourer working on the roads - never missed a day's work.
By contrast today, when the first flake of snow falls, there's 24-hour rolling News
coverage, crisis talk, Government ministers all over the airwaves, school closures, traffic chaos, general panic and everyone stays at home.