Did You Know… Life in 1960s/70s Britain: The Winter of 1963 Was Known as The Big Freeze - One of the Coldest in Britain Ever?

 

The Big Freeze that was the biggest freeze, bringing the country to a standstill.

 

The winter of 1962–63 is remembered simply as the Big Freeze. It remains one of the harshest and longest cold spells ever experienced in Britain. It was the coldest winter on record since 1740.

And I lived through it.

Now, I have to confess that despite being there, I have no memory whatsoever of that big freeze. I have an excuse, though; I was only three years old at the time. I can only imagine how cold it must have been, and life was very different back then when winter hit.

In 1962, early 63, it wasn’t just a few bad weeks of snow. The cold weather never seemed to end. It froze the sea and rivers; it halted transport and working life. Temperatures went to minus twenty degrees. For a few months it reshaped everyday life. It froze homes, routines, and memories.

When the Cold Took Hold

It began just after Christmas Day 1962, with snow falling across much of the country on Boxing Day. Falling temperatures followed and stayed that way for weeks. As we entered the new year and January 1963 got underway, much of Britain was locked under deep snow and ice, with temperatures regularly below zero.

It was a time when Britain was far less prepared for extreme weather than it is today. I know, we do complain about the weather a lot in Britain. It’s always a topic of conversation, and even being prepared is not enough to stop the weather when it is extreme. But in 1963, no one was ready for what was about to happen.

Home life

Central heating was rare. Many homes relied on coal fires, and keeping them going was a daily struggle and, for many, costly. Inside homes, families gathered around one heated room, the living room, no doubt with extra layers of clothing to provide some heat. Ice would form on the inside of windows.

And that was my home. My parents rented a small terraced house that relied on a coal fire and, occasionally, electric heaters. The coal fire was downstairs. Most of the rest of the house, and upstairs, had no heating. A hot water bottle, and many blankets, would have been your warmth against the cold winter.

I must have been wrapped up well.

The Twelve Posts of Christmas 2025 - Day Seven: When Snow Was Proper Snow

 

Will we have a White Christmas? Where I live, it looks like rain. 

There was a time when I remembered snow at Christmas.

There’s a saying you hear from a certain age group — “We had proper winters back then.” 

It’s usually said after a light dusting of snow causes the entire country to come to a standstill, or the occasional road hasn’t been gritted by the council de-icing trucks. And the telly weather forecaster on 24-hour news gets overexcited about “the possibility of flurries on higher ground”.

Whatever Happened To Snow?

But if you grew up in the 1960s or 70s, you’ll remember that we didn’t need to be warned about flurries. Snow arrived with confidence, and it a white Christmas was expected, long before Bing Crosby had told us so. 

Christmas snow was a given. It didn’t tiptoe in overnight like it does now. It marched in, dumped itself in great heaps across every road, garden and playground, and hung around for weeks. It was nice until after a few days it turned to ice, and you spent a week or two looking like a candidate for Britain’s ice skating Winter Olympics team.

Of course, back then, we didn’t have the 24-hour weather news or apps sending red alerts to our phones on the hour. We had the local milkman. I think his name was Stan, whose arrival at the doorstep was the first sign of how serious things were. 

“Cold today, I’ve had to put my gloves on. You won’t need to put these in the fridge.” He said, as the snow fell, covering the top of his hat.

Which was good, because I can’t remember whether we had a fridge back in the 1960s. Many of those mod cons didn’t arrive for us until the 1970s onwards.

Proper Snow

For us, when it snowed, it changed the whole rhythm of life, especially if you were a kid. We wanted snow, as it meant building snowmen and snowball fighting. It was the usual romantic thinking: waking up to a world made soft and silent, other than the crunch of boots on fresh white powder and the breath clouds forming in front of your face.