Enjoying the two strings about superstions and the way we were, but someone also mentioned “the winter of 1947.”
I was at Patcham school at the time and I was in the overflow class held the 16th century barn opposite with other kids from the new Hollingbury estate. I recall trudging down Ladies Mile on my own (a considerable distance when you are only 5) with the snow coming over the top of my wellies.
