Yes, Russ. Yard-long icicles hanging from every stretch of guttering down here were a fair sign that you were living through an historically memorable period of intense cold in Dec 2010 rather than just a good period of snow and/or ice.
I know I keep coming back to this aspect, but it's the fact it happened around the shortest day that sealed it for me. Perhaps in artificially lit towns you weren't aware of it, but there was a quality about the winter light on the landscape that I've only otherwise experienced north of the Arctic circle.
Originally Posted by: Saint Snow
It was the run-up to Xmas that did it for me - and for the second successive year (although Dec 10 eclipsed Dec 09)
How early it started is often forgotten. It turned cold mid-late November and temps didn't return to normal until the very end of Decmber. In the NE, there was deep snow by late November. I remember our annual day out at the St Nicholas Fayre in York. It was on the last Sunday of November. The snow in the NE had already hit the news and my missus was worried we'd get stuck in York. I chuckled, showed her the morning BBC forecast, which said there maybe a light isolated snow shower over the NE and Yorkshire, and off we went.
We got there around midday and, as we were parking, the snow began to fall. And it never stopped. The plan was for a whole day of shopping/mooching round the Xmas markets, then a meal, then head off for home around 6pm. By 2pm, we'd already decided to cut it short and grab a meal early, then hit the road. The snow was 2/3 inches deep when we went in the restaurant, about 4/5 inches deep by the time we left. Unable to resist a walk round beautiful York in this Xmas Card winter wonderland, we headed through the Shambles with dusk settling in and snow still falling, the light from the shops making the scene magical. And then we got the Minster. Just...wow. It looked stunning - and then, to just add the cherry on the cake, a group of choristers in full garb emerged from a side door and began having a snowball fight. You couldn't have scripted it more perfectly. Satisfied, and with the snow now really coming down thick & fast, we headed back to the car for what we knew would be a tough journey home. We had to get over the Pennines, and I knew that could be tricky if the snow had made it that far inland. The journey out of York was hairy - confronted by gridlock, I decided to follow a taxi driver through a warren of backstreets, many with unsullied sheets of white for roads, the snow about 6/7 inches deep. It worked, and by the time we hit the crawling traffic of the main road out, we'd skipped a couple of miles and probably an hour's worth of stop-start. The strange thing was that, once no more than 10 miles out of York, the snow had stopped and there was not a trace of any lying on the ground.
The whole day will remain in my memory always.
Originally Posted by: some faraway beach