I was at a tool auction yesterday in Leicestershire, and looking around the dealers in the car park where it felt like 40 below with a wind I wondered if I had gone completely mad. I decided I wasn't quite as daft as the miserable hotel keeper in whose car park we were - who for some reason declined to open his restaurant cum bar cum coffee shop for some one or two hundred folk who wanted hot coffee and probably bacon and eggs. They did finally open at 11:30 am and the staff were absolutely miserable and slow to boot.
I hope they go broke, they deserve to - Charnwood Arms take note!
I can't say we never get snow in Nottingham, but it is fairly mild here, if we have snow we reckon the rest of the country is 6 feet under. Which is strange really, as the Peak District is on our doorstep (I'm in Derbyshire within 6 minutes drive of my house) and it can be winter there in June. In fact, I do remember it snowing on June 1st back home in Stoke, and that is just 42 miles away.