My memory of 1962/3 is that the big freeze started on Boxing Day and lasted into March.
We were living on the shore of the lake at Beauthorn in Watermillock and I remember venturing further and further out into the bay as the ice thickened. Finally on the day I was to return to school I persuaded my parents to let me and one other skate across the lake to Sharrow Bay.
We roped up (which might have been a mistake as one would have pulled the other in if the ice failed), and my father watched from the shore with a ladder which he could push out to rescue us if need be. My mother hid in the kitchen.
I remember feeling distinctly anxious in the middle with the ice cracking all round us although I gathered later that this was a good sign of strong ice.
We made it to the other side to be greeted by Muriel, Dowager Countess of Lonsdale who was feeding the ducks and tried to persuade us not to return, but having made it over it seemed safe to return the way we came and so we did.
I then took the train back to school - my father rang the press and Border TV sent a crew to film an imposter masquerading as me.