Quite - I think it was '81 (I was 14) and my father was worried there wasn't enough fodder out for the horses on the smallholding we had on the side of the mountain about 3 miles away - we walked up most of the hill wothout much effort (heavy snow and high winds made visibility terrible) we got near to the top, and saw that the Wife's grandfather had managed to get up there in the car as had a few acres there - to see to his sheep, but abandoned it and walked home. the wind ws so strong when we got to the top it picked up the bale of hay my father was carrying and away it went not to land for about 500 yards and it still kept on going over the mountain - the drifting was bad in the little nook where the farm was so we decided discretion is the better part of valour. and turned back by the time we got back to SWMBO's grandad's car the wind had virtually picked it up and snow had settled under the wheels - it was nearly a foot off the ground.
The year after, the snow had been down for over a week, so the worst was over! so again we tried to get up to the farm (via a different route) We got to my uncle's farm - still at the bottom of the valley,and called in for a warm apparently we looked like walking snowmen a further 500 yards down the road we encountered a massive snowdrift - we turned back when I tripped on the top of a lamp post and almost fell through the drift.