I was born in Scotland and brought up there until I was 10. I used to see a lot of snow. We moved to Cambridge when my eldest son was a few months old and our second son was born in the Rosie. When they were five I bought a toboggan, looking forward to blissful winter days sliding down the Gog Magog Hills in the snow. It hardly then snowed for years. In desperation at the first snow we marched up the Hills with the toboggan. It was bitter and there was hardly any snow. My sons have hardly forgiven me! And the backdrop was Addenbrooke’s and the Rosie; smaller then than it is now, but still big.