Snow!

At least it's not as bad as 1963 or 1947 (yet!).
I was chatting in the street today, and there are local people who remember the snow starting around Christmas and not disappearing until April. "There was a farmer up Painscastle way found a sheep that had been buried in the snow for the whole nine weeks, and it was still alive," one chap said. "It was the talk of Hay for weeks after."
He also said that the water mains froze, and there was a stand pipe in Lion Street which was the only source of water for Hay.
There are some photos of Hay in the snow on Eric Pugh's website - Brian found a picture of the house he now lives in there, almost up to the eaves with snow.