Police Warning/Advice (Snow)

its a good effort got get 50mph ! tragic loss.
the reporting skills arnt very good though describing the sledge as a roof and a bonnet and showing a picture of the bonnet but still call it a roof :doh:
im using my old 90 roof as a sledge this year at a mates farm and if im gonna hit sommet ill jump off !

Freelaner said:

not so much fun for a girl near us 4 years ago

Teenage girl who died in 50mph sledging accident was tipped for place at Oxbridge | Mail Online

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A teenage girl where I grew up lost a leg when her sledge went in front of a bus.

Lovely lass - she got a prosthetic leg but preferred to use a single crutch.

She managed pretty well - even went to discos - I once saw her run to catch a bus.

But teenagers just can't see the danger and think you're a spoilsport telling them to keep away from hills with a road at the foot.

worse about winters in the 50s was the red rings around my legs from my wellies

My late gran was a Lancashire lass through and through. Tough as nails. She used to walk 4 miles to cotton mill in deep snow from great grandads farm on the moors.

She said they would wear Wellies and carry a paraffin lamp to dances at the weekend and if it snowed would carry their shoes. Leave their Wellies under a hedge with the lamp next to them so they could find them after.

eeee when i were a lad we would have to sit all day in class with our coats on ,if we had one because it was so cold 9am until 4pm every day

teddywood1 said:

eeee when i were a lad we would have to sit all day in class with our coats on ,if we had one because it was so cold 9am until 4pm every day

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nine to half past four at high school if you remember

Eeee, when I were a lad we all had to take a lump or two of coal to school to put in the stove in the middle of the classroom.

And we had to take our slates home at the weekend to wash them for the next weeks writing.

School were tuff back in the 50s.

Singvogel.

Singvogel said:

Eeee, when I were a lad we all had to take a lump or two of coal to school to put in the stove in the middle of the classroom.

And we had to take our slates home at the weekend to wash them for the next weeks writing.

School were tuff back in the 50s.

Singvogel.

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did you have to break through the ice on the top of your inkwell before you could dip your quill too?

we used to find fridge doors or the sides of washing machines that where tipped down a dead end lane and race down the motorway embankment on the A1M in the snow, i remember we used to stop when we hit the central reservation, crazy now but such fin as a lad, never considered the dangers

Eeee when I were a lad we never had inside toilets like today. Our loo was right down the back garden, and in weather like this we had to dig our way there first before we could sit on a freezing cold seat. Armed with an old echo, under your arm you didn't hang around doing the biz for fear of being stuck to the seat.

My brother and I once built a snowman in the slow lane of the M6, it was about four feet high and the motorway was unlit as it hadn't been open long

Freelaner said:

did you have to break through the ice on the top of your inkwell before you could dip your quill too?

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No, no - us little 'uns never got anything as sophisticated as ink, until we got to the 'big school'.

We had wood framed slates and a slate pencil. You rubbed off mistakes with an old rag - that was why you had to take it home at the weekend to clean it proper with water - cos they didn't have running water in't little school.

You think I'm making this up, eh.

All true - young 'uns theese days don't know 'alf of it.