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Winter Memories: Childhood and Beyond; Britain, France, Italy and Norway


Ann loves to write stories and poems and is always eager to meet challenges issued by other writers or herself, to exceed her comfort zone.

The Challenge

Another great hubpages challenge! I keep having to put other hubs on hold because people come up with all these wonderful ideas, not that I’m complaining you understand. Thanks to Jackie Lynnley for setting this one. If you haven’t contributed already, do have a go; there have been some great responses so far, a list of which can be found at the end of Jackie’s hub.

Winter Memories in the Making

Winter - for Snowmen & Children!

Winter - for Snowmen & Children!

Are you sitting comfortably? Then we're off!

Wham! My nose had been hit square on by a gigantic snowball and I landed on my backside on the bare wooden floor. What a pitch! I had no idea who this person was but he certainly made an impression, on the upstairs window pane and on me. Good job my nose was on the inside of the glass!

We had just moved into a house in Solihull, an area of Birmingham in the Midlands, England. The move had been made from the south of England, due to my father’s work as an optometrist (then referred to as an ophthalmic optician). I was 3 years old.

The spare bedroom was empty. It looked out over the front garden to the street and I was on the lookout for our visitors, a colleague of my father’s and his wife. It had been snowing relentlessly for a couple of days but now the sun shone, the deep snow sparkled and I had never seen anything like it. I can still feel the wonder of the scenery and the surprise of that snowball expertly aimed at my nose. Uncle Stan, as he soon became known to me, threw that mass of ice so quickly I hardly noticed it coming.



Velvet and Red

I was so excited; excited by the move, the weather and having visitors. Everything was new and I was enjoying it. For that Christmas, a few days before, I’d been given a new dress; deep, deep blue velvet you could lose your thoughts in. I was a princess.

I had soft brown fleece-lined ankle boots to keep me warm and later for my birthday some bright red shoes which I kept by my bed at night for at least a month. I’ve always had a thing about shoes! My life was good; I had love, shelter, protection and a new world to explore.

New Shoes


Winter in Sussex

A little over a year later, we moved back down to Sussex. My father had found a job in our home area, near Brighton. We moved into a bungalow, the first home my parents bought, in a village called Hurstpierpoint. It was here I was to live for the next 11 years, during my primary school and most of my secondary school years.

Life continued to be good; how lucky I was! Christmas and Boxing Day had their own traditions. We would have a cosy Christmas Day, just my parents and I, eating our turkey or goose with all the trimmings and playing games or cards in the afternoon. Often the snow covered our garden and the road outside.

Mr Snowman would slowly materialise in the garden, complete with carrot nose, coal eyes and sticks for hands. To make him smile, he had woolly hat and scarf too. Mum and Dad would be bombarded with snowballs - if I was quick and accurate enough!


Our home in Hurstpierpoint

Our home in Hurstpierpoint

Dad clearing the Snow

Dad clearing the Snow

A Cold Walk

One crisp, grey, January day, Dad was sent up to the High Street to buy some bread. I must have been about 7. I ‘d wanted to go with him but he didn’t realise and had already left. I dashed out, refused hat and scarf in my haste and ran up the hill to catch up with Dad. Shades of white and grey were all around, no sun filtered through to sparkle on the snow or thaw the atmosphere. The air was raw, my fingers were numb by the time I got up to the High Street and my ears buzzed with approaching frostbite. How I wished I’d put on my woolly hat. My breath froze as it left my lips, my eyelashes crystalised at the tips.

I found Dad in the baker’s. I complained that he didn’t wait for me and he joked a bit. He was asking for the bread when I started brushing his arm with my hand. ‘Dad, Dad....’ A little irritated because I was interrupting him, he told me to wait because he was busy. I remember hanging on to his arm again and then I was coming to as I lay on the floor! I’d ended up fainting for a few seconds; my head had given up its fight with the pinching cold and my ears throbbed with pain as they began to thaw.

Dad relented when he realised what was happening, said ‘Silly girl’ in his affectionate way and hauled me to my feet. His scarf went round my ears and we walked home hand in hand. I was happy; of course I was, I was with my Dad.

Hurstpierpoint High Street

Postcard of the High Street, before my time!

Postcard of the High Street, before my time!

Boxing Day

Boxing Day was always action day. In the morning, Dad and I would go to Lewes, as long as the roads were passable, to see the pageantry of the local meet before the huntsmen departed for their day’s pursuit across the surrounding fields. I didn’t really understand the significance of the hunt at the time; I just adored the colourful sight of the huntsmen in their black and white garb, the leader of the hunt in his bright red, all saddled atop the proud, majestic chestnuts, bays and greys snuffling, neighing, stomping and jostling, impatient for the off.

The crowds milled in the main street, barely distinguishable from the horses, chatting, stamping their feet against the cold, clouds of breath on the crisp morning air. The sun enhanced the pomp and ceremony. Stirrup cups were drunk, whips were cracked, the Beagle hounds yapped and bayed, then all set off with much clattering, clip-clopping and cheering. The crowd dispersed, smiling, pleased with the sights and sounds of this annual ritual, off to track down a pub or head home to a hearty lunch of delicious left-overs, sometimes tastier than Christmas lunch itself.

Lewes Hunt Boxing Day Meet

Tally-Ho and We're Off!

Tally-Ho and We're Off!

Walks, Toboggans and The South Downs

After lunch on Boxing Day, from when I was 8 years old, we would meet up with my mother’s cousin and his family, for a walk on the Downs. The South Downs are hills between the Sussex coast and the inland Weald; they are rolling, chalk-green hills, an essential part of my childhood. We’d often walk from Devil’s Dyke, across the top path then down into the valley to a small brick-and-flint-built village. After some sustenance at the local pub, we’d walk and skip and pant back up to the car.

Most years there was snow, so we’d build a snowman, have snowball fights and occasionally toboggans were built so that we could race down the slopes, some icy which felt really daring, some covered in deep, virgin snow so that we scattered dry snow dust and emerged covered in a new white blanket with eyebrows and hair to match.

I can still hear the laughter, giggles and squeals that carried across the fields in snowy echoes, as we enjoyed such delight together, my two cousins and I (and the grown-ups of course). Both boys were near my age and were more like brothers to me. Such days of innocence and constant fun! My heart lifts at the memory of it all.

A Few Generations Later!

Fun on the Toboggan

Fun on the Toboggan

Train Girls

Well, eventually I had to go to secondary school which meant a long journey across the Downs each day, initially with my father as he went to work near my school, later by train (so then it was through a tunnel in the hills) having cycled just over a mile to the station.

Being one of the ‘train girls’, as we were collectively called at school, was wonderful. I loved traveling by train, I loved cycling and I loved the companionship of my friends on that journey.

Winters were fun for us. One particularly harsh winter, the snow was deep and fell for the whole weekend at the end of the holidays. It was the year when one of the train girls (an elite, I liked to think) was Head Girl. We had managed to get to the station. An announcement told us that the trains were delayed. It would have taken us hours to get to school and Leilah decided that by the time we got there we’d probably have to start the journey back again. She was our hero ever-after because she phoned school, said we couldn’t possibly make it in and back safely, and she earned us the day off! Cheers resounded round Hassocks Station’s Victorian platform and we returned to our respective homes for a day of building snowmen and having fun.

Clayton Tunnel

London to Brighton line, through the hill to school

London to Brighton line, through the hill to school

Walking 10 Miles Home

That same year, the snow returned with a vengeance one day whilst we were in school. We were told we could leave early, we arrived at the station and were told the trains weren’t running. I phoned home and told my parents we’d start walking as there was plenty of light left. We had a main road through Brighton to keep to, everyone knew our route up the A23 London Road, so off we trekked.

I suppose we had about ten or twelve miles to cover. Our feet were numb by the time we were barely a third of the way and our pace had slackened. Being young and totally carefree, we didn’t imagine any danger and just kept going. As it happened, we’d managed about five miles and had turned onto the A23 for a mile or so when a neighbour drove past in his car, stopped and gave us a lift. We tumbled into his relatively warm car and slowly made our slippery way home. What an adventure!

The Long Walk Home

A23 under snow

A23 under snow

Best Driver in the World

Another winter under the snow saw Dad driving his Renault Dauphine up the hill where we lived, to take him to work and me to school. We were the only car moving and I was so proud of him. He was the best driver in the world; no one else could touch him! The reason, apart from some good driving of course, was that the Dauphine had the engine at the front, over the driving wheels, so had a much better chance of biting into the snowy surface.

On the Cliffs by the Sea

When I reached 18 and was in my first year of higher education, I came home at Christmas when Mum and Dad were between houses. They had rented a bungalow in Telscombe, a coastal village by the chalk cliffs at the edge of the English Channel, quite high up on the Downs.

That year of 1969 the snow fell in massive dollops to fill every available dip in the coastline and the winds created drifts above the hedgerows. We walked to Midnight Mass through thick blue-glow snow still on the backstreets. In my wisdom I wore a maxi-dress and knee-high boots. My dress became rather soggy at the hem but we had fun and linked arms as we made our way to church and back. Funny how these images remain so clear; I’m right back there now and can feel the cold of the snow and the warmth of the companionship and love.

Snow on the Coast

Drifts on the Coast Road between Brighton & Telscombe

Drifts on the Coast Road between Brighton & Telscombe

Skiing in France

Traveling with my cousins, as I often did, I had my first taste of skiing when I was fifteen. We went to a now popular skiing resort called Les Gets. It was then a small village, across the valley from Mont Blanc. I met a French girl from Strasbourg who became a friend for many years. We watched a New Year procession of skiers with flaming torches weaving down the slopes of Mont Blanc.

On 6th January, Epiphany, a huge feast culminated in the Fête des Rois when someone wins the figurine of a king, found inside one of the pieces of Galette cooked especially for the occasion. That person is then King or Queen for a day. The room was filled with French and English voices, all in harmony, all reveling in the festivities of a new year well begun.

Skiing in Italy

In my twenties, the last time I went skiing was with my then husband and our neighbours. The snow in Italy was just deep enough but the weather was bleak and grey. Sadly, so was the mood and our marriage but that’s another story! The neighbours and I were novices and we were still quite high up the mountain when dusk set in. I decided (and hoped) that I knew the way down, so we set off, my friends following me.

I was hardly a natural leader but had to take the initiative as that was the only option; I’d done the run only once before! Was it right or left here? Is there a long drop just behind that tree? Will we see our beds tonight or will we be lying in a drift praying for rescue?

I was apprehensive, even a little scared, but we made it and had plenty of wine to make us feel better. I was not best pleased that the expert skier had left us in the lurch!

Is this the right way?

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Snow in Dursley, Gloucestershire

A few years later, in 1979, found me in Dursley with my parents. The snow descended with a vengeance once more. We had two black labrador-cross dogs. They adored playing in the snow and went mad, bounding about like cartoon dogs and ‘snow-ploughing’ the deep powder snow with their noses. Black and white, dogs gamboling in the blanket virgin snow over a golf-course. Wonderful! Their delight was easy to see and they didn’t know how to contain themselves.

Snow at School

We’ll leap forward to the late 1990s. I was teaching at an independent country school about two miles from my home, housed in a Mediaeval Manor House. It snowed. Oh, how it snowed! The roads became almost level with the hedge-tops, the drifts caught us by surprise if we trod off the beaten path and the landscape took on a quiet composure, ready to shake us out of it if we relaxed too much. Such white beauty is rare in our area of Somerset.

School was closed for a few days. Most students were boarders and those who couldn’t get home either stayed with houseparents or were invited to local friends’ houses. I could walk to and from school, so no excuse for not turning up. I completed a fair amount of paperwork and lesson plans for the weeks which followed! The snow evoked visions of the mediaeval Lord of the Manor doing his rounds over frost-caked fields and checking his tenants' rooms, his breath clouding even indoors.

Norway: Sunshine and Snow

My last experience of deep snow to date was in Norway. Deep snow is an understatement. I’d never seen landscapes like it, right down to the sea. We cruised between islands which reached jagged frosted fingers out to us and delighted us with their sparkling forms and folded blankets. Ever seen an armchair mountain? What’s more, it has a hole in it! (see photo)

Glorious sunshine, bitter cold, magnificent fjords, blue glaciers, toyland architecture, Arctic adventures, the list goes on. One blizzard at our final destination crept up on us, put us all in a flurry, then whisked itself away to tease other pastures. It left fresh layers of prism-crystal snow daring us to plant a footprint.

Sami and Angels

The Sami are indigenous nomadic people of the Arctic regions. At a Sami Camp we urged a reindeer to lurch us round a rutted, familiar track. His mournful eyes said, ‘I’ve done this so many times, you don’t need to yell at me! Had your fun? Right, just leave me to my lunch.’ None of them had a red nose though.

It was at this camp that we made snow-angels. I felt like a kid again, giggling and acting the fool.

Northern Lights

Well, I have no adequate description for the Aurora Borealis. You have to see it for yourselves. Yes, I know there’s YouTube and countless other videos to view. You’ll know what it looks like but you won’t know how it feels until you’ve been there and experienced the wonder of the heavens. A light show to end all others awaits you, if you’re lucky. It brings joy, wonder, tears and deep, deep emotion that will stay with you forever.

A mix of white, green, yellow and occasionally pink/red/purple particles dance and tease across the depth of velvet above you. Your neck aches, you don’t know where to look first, you don’t want to miss one shape-shift, one swooping finger, one coronet, one tiara, one waterfall.

Norwegian parents used to warn their children to be good and go to sleep or the fingers of light would come down and take them away! It didn’t seem that gruesome to me, just awe-inspiring, though I could see how such an idea could frighten children. I think times are more enlightened now, in spirit as well as in reality.

A Heavenly Light Display

A coronet above the city of Tromso, Norway.  This is exactly part of what we saw!

A coronet above the city of Tromso, Norway. This is exactly part of what we saw!

Amazing Memories

This winter has been sunny, chilly, full of fun with the grandchildren and now it’s a brand new year; a year when more memories will be created throughout the seasons.

Thank you again, Jackie, for inspiring me to do this. I’ve revisited so many sights and sounds by wandering down this winter memory lane. What a wonderful life I’ve had and, God willing, much more is yet to come.

What is Winter for You?

© 2015 Ann Carr


Ann Carr (author) from SW England on February 03, 2020:

Thank you, Devika, for your input and kind comments.

I love to see snow but only if I don't have to drive in it! We don't have much in the southwest of England so the children make the most of it when it arrives, if only for a day or two.

I'm well, thank you, and hope you are too. Good to see you here.


Devika Primic on February 03, 2020:

Hi Ann such a wonderful adventure in the snow weather. I did not experience anything close to this in South Africa. In Croatia snow falls up in the North that entertains skiers .In the southern part of Croatia not much of snow. Usually in January but this year nothing and I miss that bit of sow it is an exciting moment for me to see snow fall unfortunately, this year I did not have it. Maybe this month ..... I like your colorful photos. Hope all is well with you

Ann Carr (author) from SW England on February 03, 2020:

Thank you, Denise. Re-reading this, I'm feel amazed that I've done all that! I'm lucky and privileged to have done so.

Glad you enjoyed reading and I appreciate your visit.


Denise McGill from Fresno CA on February 02, 2020:

I don't get to be around snow much, here in the Central Valley of Callifornia. We get fog and frost but that's not the same of course. I've enjoyed your snowy adventure down memory lane. Thanks for the trip.



Ann Carr (author) from SW England on April 06, 2015:

dghbrh: thank you, for your kind comment and vote. Glad this had some impact! Thanks for visiting today.


deergha from ...... a place beyond now and beyond here !!! on April 06, 2015:

Lovely memories dear Ann, pics are really awesome. You write in a way that I almost felt like its chilled, although its pretty pleasant weather here ha ha ha. Thank you for your wonderful share. Shared and votes up interesting.

Ann Carr (author) from SW England on February 28, 2015:

Yes, I've read it. I'll pop over to have another look!


Catherine Giordano from Orlando Florida on February 28, 2015:

Ann, you could always look at my hub, "20 reasons not to move to Florida" to see some Florida sunshine.

Ann Carr (author) from SW England on February 28, 2015:

Thanks, Catherine, for your lovely comments and for the votes. I'm glad you like the photos. They cheer me up too when I'm sitting here on a grey, wet winter's day! Perhaps you can send me some hot sunshine!


Catherine Giordano from Orlando Florida on February 28, 2015:

Ah, winter. Snowmen, snowshoes, skiing. Just memories now. I have lived in Florida for 20 years. I loved the photos. I think I will look at them again in the hot, hot, hot Florida summer. (My screensaver is a picture of icebergs.) Voted up++

Ann Carr (author) from SW England on February 15, 2015:

aesta1: I'm glad you enjoyed this. We're getting a little warmer in the SW of England after a very cold spell but it could turn again any time! Nothing compared to the Canadian cold though! Spring is on the horizon, thank goodness.

Thanks for reading and commenting.


Mary Norton from Ontario, Canada on February 14, 2015:

I can understand passing out in the cold. I lived in Ottawa, Canada for years and this can easily happen. I had fun reading your experience of winter. Thank goodness, I am warm now.

Ann Carr (author) from SW England on January 25, 2015:

R.Q.: Thanks for your lovely comments. I'm glad I thawed the January chill a little. Yes, they are happy memories and I'm lucky that my Dad took so many photos and that I caught his enthusiasm.

Good to see you today. Hope your week's good too.


Romeos Quill from Lincolnshire, England on January 25, 2015:

You have some lovely memories here dear Ann especially those of you and your dad and so full of adventure too.

Your photos of the South Downs are picture postcard;such a scenic vista of beauty, of which you must hold dear and tobogganing down the hills must have been a real thrill at that age.

Your shots of Shapwick and of your trip to Norway are very crisp too and you must feel privileged to have visited so many fascinating places around Europe and experienced so many differing cultures.

Thank you for sharing these precious times from your fireside to thaw the January chill.

Have a wonderful week;


Ann Carr (author) from SW England on January 16, 2015:

What a great comment, Jamie! Thank you so much. We'll have that cup of chocolate sometime! Thanks for stopping by.


Jamie Lee Hamann from Reno NV on January 16, 2015:

What a wonderful read Ann. I felt like I was sitting across the table talking winter memories over a cup of hot chocolate. Jamie

Ann Carr (author) from SW England on January 12, 2015:

Thank you, Mary. Most of it was indeed 'fun' and I'm glad you got that sense as you read. Thanks for such a lovely comment and for the votes. (I have some of yours to catch up on!)


Mary Craig from New York on January 11, 2015:

You make me feel like I've missed the snow. No skiing for me but plenty of snow in Queens, NY. What wonderful adventures you had in so many lovely places. This was fun to read and fun to follow your adventures. Such stories to tell.

Voted up, useful, awesome, and interesting.

Ann Carr (author) from SW England on January 11, 2015:

Hi Theresa! Thank you for your lovely words and the votes. I'm so glad you liked this. Yes, I have a weakness for red shoes - my present ones are a little more sophisticated!

I didn't realise I'd done so much until I started writing this. I've been so lucky.

Thanks for your best wishes. Hugs to you too and I hope 2015 is good to you.

Ann :)

Faith Reaper from southern USA on January 11, 2015:

Wonderful winter memories you have shared here, dear Ann! I am baffled at how I missed this interesting and fun-filled, and at times, treacherous, winter adventures. Wow, your photos are amazing, especially all of that snow in Norway! I love getting to know you more through these challenges, which make reading so much more interesting. You have had many fantastic winter memories over your lifetime to share. I love those red shoes!

Up ++++ tweeting, pinning, G+ and sharing

(((Hugs))) and Happy New Year, dear friend

Ann Carr (author) from SW England on January 07, 2015:

Thanks, Vellur. It was great; I've been lucky to have such a wonderful life so far. Glad you liked this.


Nithya Venkat from Dubai on January 07, 2015:

Enjoyed reading about your memories! Winter, snow and all the fun with parents and the whole experience of going to school by train must have been great. Thank you for sharing.

Ann Carr (author) from SW England on January 07, 2015:

BlossomSB: Thanks for your kind comment. I'm glad you enjoyed this.


Bronwen Scott-Branagan from Victoria, Australia on January 06, 2015:

What lovely read! We've enjoyed winter Christmases in the Northern Hemisphere and I could relate well to this story.

Ann Carr (author) from SW England on January 06, 2015:

Thanks, manatita! Yes, Norway is cool in so many ways!

I'm sure your beach memories are just as good. Winter doesn't have to be snow does it?

Great to see you today and thanks for visiting.


manatita44 from london on January 05, 2015:

Very beautiful story, Ann. Those sweet and fun-filled childhood days! Full of adventure and lots of cheer. Seems you moved around a bit as well, here and elsewhere. Norway's cool. Poor me. I grew up in the sun. The beach, perhaps?

Ann Carr (author) from SW England on January 05, 2015:

Thanks, Flourish! Glad you liked it; some of the photos are really old, though I hasten to add that they were taken by my father!

Happy new year!


FlourishAnyway from USA on January 05, 2015:

From the reindeer to the Northern lights to the old (but not too old) photos, I loved every bit.

Ann Carr (author) from SW England on January 05, 2015:

Iris, thank you for your lovely comment. My trip to Norway was a once-in-a-lifetime cruise and so wonderful; the reindeer were much smaller than I thought! Europe has so much to offer, as I'm sure does the US. It's just so good to see different places.

We're determined to see a little more of our own country now! It's so easy to think abroad is better but that's not always the case.

Happy new year and good traveling!


Ann Carr (author) from SW England on January 05, 2015:

Thanks DDE. Glad you like it. I love taking photos wherever I go so I have a huge bank from which to draw.


Ann Carr (author) from SW England on January 05, 2015:

Thanks, Frank. Glad you liked it.

Happy new year to you too!


Ann Carr (author) from SW England on January 05, 2015:

Thanks, Alicia, for your lovely comment. It took me back in time to scenes I'd almost forgotten!

Hope you have a great 2015!


Cristen Iris from Boise, Idaho on January 04, 2015:

Ann, I love these get-ta-know-ya pieces. I could just smell the warm bread in the bakery and feel the bitter cold outside. I lived in Europe for several years and I miss it so much. I would move back in a heartbeat if an opportunity presented. If that happens I'll be sure to look up your reindeer friend and ask him for a lurchy ride across the snow covered tundra.

Devika Primić from Dubrovnik, Croatia on January 04, 2015:

Wow! Incredible adventures! I like the photos and you have shared a beautiful hub.

Ann Carr (author) from SW England on January 04, 2015:

Thanks, Dora. I'm glad you enjoyed this. No, we only did half the walk in the end, thanks to that intrepid neighbour!

Good to see you!


Frank Atanacio from Shelton on January 04, 2015:

thank you so much for sharing your memories.. I think I too can relate to boxing day and the ten mile walk home..LOL great reply to the challenge.. bless you and Happy new year :)

Linda Crampton from British Columbia, Canada on January 03, 2015:

This is a very interesting hub, Ann. I loved reading about your winter memories of different times and places! The photos are lovely, too.

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on January 03, 2015:

I smiled through some of the descriptions of your mostly fun winters. I hoped you didn't have to complete that ten mile walk from school in the snow, but it must have been an adventure while it lasted. Interesting stories altogether. Thanks.

Ann Carr (author) from SW England on January 03, 2015:

Thank you so much, Jo. Yes my life is pretty good and I appreciate things more and more. I'm glad you enjoyed this. Some of the photos are from my father; he left me hundreds, some of which I still have to sift through. I can only do a few at a time as it usually leaves me in tears!

I appreciate the votes and sharing.


Jo_Goldsmith11 on January 03, 2015:

A real delight to read about so many wonderful memories of childhood through adult. The years seem to get better and better for you. Loved the photos and it was such a nice way to escape on a Saturday afternoon!

Enjoyed the snow from a far. Heartfelt, beautiful story!

Shared, tweet and Up to the amazing Northern Light Show. :-)

Wishing you many more great days and winter memories!

Ann Carr (author) from SW England on January 03, 2015:

always exploring: I'm so glad you enjoyed this. Yep, daddy's girl! Boxing Day was always so colourful and fun.

Thanks for such a lovely comment. I like that word too!

Happy new year!


Ann Carr (author) from SW England on January 03, 2015:

Thanks, Eddy, for your lovely comments. I was lucky to have such a great childhood and family. Glad you enjoyed this and thanks for the votes.

Happy new year!


Ruby Jean Richert from Southern Illinois on January 03, 2015:

Your memories are beautiful! Such a delight to read. You were a lucky little girl, daddies girl, so evident throughout your life. Your detailed writing on boxing day brought me there in spirit. I also love this word, ' gamboling ' Thank you Ann...

Eiddwen from Wales on January 03, 2015:

Thank you so much Ann for sharing your wonderful memories ; I thoroughly enjoyed hearing all about them and also the warmth of your childhood through all that cold weather was also so evident. Great hub and voted up for sure. Wishing you a wonderful New Year from Wales.


Ann Carr (author) from SW England on January 03, 2015:

swilliams: Yes, temperature is all relative! We have friends from New Zealand who wear jumpers when we're in t-shirts in the Spring!

The little girl with the snowman is my granddaughter; she was really proud of this snowman and is now 2 years older.

Thanks for visiting my hub and taking the time to comment.


Ann Carr (author) from SW England on January 03, 2015:

Thanks, John, for your generous comment and vote.

The Northern Lights are certainly worth seeing. I presume the Southern Lights are the same so maybe you could get to see those? Not so easy to access the Antarctic though, is it?!

I was lucky to go skiing because my uncle usually included me in their holidays abroad when my parents couldn't afford it. Hence my enthusiasm for France in general.

Happy New Year, John.


Ann Carr (author) from SW England on January 03, 2015:

Thanks, Audrey.

I love the snow as long as I'm dressed up warm! It looks prettier on postcards though and can be a pain when you want to travel. In Britain it tends to go grey and slushy but in Norway it's such a pure white; beautiful!

Best wishes for 2015, Audrey.


Ann Carr (author) from SW England on January 03, 2015:

mary615: I'm glad you enjoyed this hub and thank you very much for the votes and sharing.

My photos have accrued over the years and some I owe to my father who took thousands!

Thanks for stopping by. Hope you have a happy new year.


Ann Carr (author) from SW England on January 03, 2015:

lambservant: Thank you for your kind comments. Glad you liked this.

I hope you get an opportunity to visit sometime soon.


swilliams on January 02, 2015:

The snowman pic with the cutie standing by is adorable! I love your expressive writing style. I live in Arizona so 50 degrees is bone chilling for us. Great Article! Voted up!

John Hansen from Gondwana Land on January 02, 2015:

What wonderful winter memories you have to look back on Ann, and in so many different countries. This was a beautiful hub. I am envious of you having seen the Northern Lights, that is something I would love to experience one day. This was a delight to read, thank you for taking the challenge. Voted up.

Audrey Howitt from California on January 02, 2015:

What a great collection of memories. So much snow though! Brr!

Mary Hyatt from Florida on January 02, 2015:

I am delighted to see my Memories of Winters past Hub related to this Hub that I did in response to Jackie's challenge.

I really enjoyed reading your Winter Memories. I didn't see much snow when I was growing up; just lots of ice and sleet.

Voted UP, etc. and shared. Beautiful photos, BTW.

Lori Colbo from United States on January 02, 2015:

I've always been very intrigued by England. I hope one day I can go there. So, I love this hub. You presented your winter memories so well.

Ann Carr (author) from SW England on January 02, 2015:

Thank you, Nell, for your lovely comment.

If you ever get the opportunity to see the Northern Lights, take it without hesitation; it's the most amazing experience.

Happy New Year!


Nell Rose from England on January 02, 2015:

What amazing memories of snow, beautiful places to live, and to get to see the Aurora, oh I am so jealous! lol! wonderful read!

Ann Carr (author) from SW England on January 02, 2015:

Thanks, bill. Snow here in Somerset is rare, at least away from the hills. However, the south east has more. These incidents cover quite a span of my life so probably give the impression that it snows more than it does! The north of England and Scotland are quite a different story, however, with snow every winter without fail.

I didn't realise I had so many winter memories until I started this hub!

Enjoy the weekend, bill.


Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on January 02, 2015:

What a wonderful lifetime of memories. I really had no idea it snowed that much in England. I wish it were so here in Washington State but alas, not a flake this winter. Sigh!

Thank you for sharing your memories with us. I loved every adventure.

Have fun with those grandkids, and Happy Weekend to you!


Ann Carr (author) from SW England on January 02, 2015:

Thanks again, Jackie. You've made my day!


Jackie Lynnley from the beautiful south on January 02, 2015:

Not too long at all; I would love to have read more. Like a mini novel because of the different places you go; paragraphs that replace chapters. An excellent job!

Ann Carr (author) from SW England on January 02, 2015:

Ericdierker: Thank you for your kind comment.

Yes, I was slightly annoyed but it's all water under the bridge and I got some kudos for doing the 'rescue' bit!

Happy New Year to you!


Ann Carr (author) from SW England on January 02, 2015:

Thank you so much, Jackie. I'm delighted you like it; thanks to you that I wrote it at all!

Yes, I can still feel that earache but such was my wish to do things with my Dad.

Mini novel! I did think it might be a bit too long but I like the label, thanks.

I appreciate the vote and share and thanks for adding it to your list.

Happy New Year!


Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on January 02, 2015:

A wonderful collection of winter memories. I wouldn't want to be the sad sack that left you alone skiing!

Jackie Lynnley from the beautiful south on January 02, 2015:

This is so great Ann; you have really shared with us and so beautifully! I loved the reindeer picture! That would be so cool to see one of those and pet it.

Oh so bad about passing out from cold! I will be back to read this many times! It is like a mini novel! You take us so many places.

Voted up. Will share now and go put at top of the list!

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