I met my wife in February '63. It was cold and hard to get around, but the trains didn't stop and I still got to work. My cousin used to give me a lift to the bus stop in Wandsworth even in the deep snow and his car never had a heater, a luxury in those days. I remember walking down the main street in the tracks of the busses because the pavements were too deep in snow and remember, later when the snow had been cleared walking along an icy pavement with four colleagues one slipped and we all went down like skittles. I also remember walking down Richmond high street late at night one the eve of my 21st birthday with, by then my intended, and saw placards for the Evening Standard, long gone now, saying that Kennedy had been assassinated. At first we thought it the work of a prankster, but after a few hundred yards and a couple more newspaper stands it was obviously true. Strange, in those days we thought nothing of seeing the latest news on newspaper stands changed even quite late at night.
Mike.X