I was only 7 at the time it set in but remember it clearly, out with my father and the roads had so much snow that when the ploughs went through the snow walls on each side were far higher than his van. Clearly recall watching deer jump over the road above the van.
However, my father is still alive and his records are still to the fore.
Bees wintered reasonably well that winter and 1963 was an average to above average year. The following winter was a stinker for nosema however, and in the late winter and spring of 1964 he had a vast stack of stained hives to clean out and sterilise.
I remember that one well too....I was 'helping' him as a small boy....and also recall my mother coming and seeing what he was facing up to and praising him for his spirit at being able to carry on in the face of such issues.
The real nostalgics will be doing the Pythonesque Yorkshireman snorts and derisory remarks.........1962/63? Nothing! Now early 1947....that was a winter! Did not see the ground till May was in. My father did not start in bees till 1950 so he has no records going back that far.
