I remember this event very well. My Welsh girlfriend and I were returning from a trip to Swansea and noticed the heavy snow blowing everywhere. After finally arriving home in Croesgoch, I had to shovel snow out of the driveway so I could park my MG Midget. The next morning when observing the fields and roads from my second floor window, everything was completely white with snow. All the roads from Brawdy to Croesgoch were covered with 4 foot snow drifts that had been trapped between the hedgerows. The power was out and all water pipes had frozen, so I had no heat, water or phone service. After 2 days and feeling pretty desperate, we decided to walk the 5 mile trek to Brawdy. Could not walk on the roads due to deep snow trapped in between the hedgerows, so we walked in the fields and pastures where the snow was not so deep. When we arrived Brawdy, the RAF assigned us a room in the Sergeants Barracks, was great to have power, heat, food and water again. The next day I was directed to report to work, was working in QA at the time, and the RAF Shuttle provided a ride for my girlfriend to her house in Haverfordwest.
After about a week all the roads were cleared, the snow melted, and life returned to normal. The following April 1982 I married my Welsh girlfriend, we just celebrated our 40th anniversary. When we are having a bad day or things are not going so well, we just look at each other and say "it could be a lot worse, we could be stuck in a snow storm in Wales" and that puts everything in context.
