The heavy snow brings back memories. This picture shows my wife Sylvia holding baby Judith with son Christopher and my aunt, Retta Potter, when we went up to the Chequers Inn on the moors outside Osmotherley from Brompton during the winter of 1962-3.

The snow is level with Retta's hat. I was travelling for Playtex at that time and covering a vacant sales area in Scotland from our home at Brompton. I left home on Sunday nights up the A68 to Edinborough and booked in at the Caledonian Hotel. I travelled out, like the leaves of a petal, each day to cover the area I was working and returned home each week on Friday nights. I got as far as Dornoch in the east and Fort William in the west down to Campbeltown, clocking up 1000 miles a week. I was up there when Judith was born. I did this for 3 months.