I remember it, drifted snow that piled up along hedges, blew out through gates along roadsides creating huge drifts, there was one that a local lad carved his "T K was here " into the side of it and it was there a week or more, I was cutting timber for a man and he said leave it and go home, went home and had a bit of business to do in Clonmel 20 miles away, got there ok but barely made it back in a Mk 2 Escort, an hour more and I'd have been away for the night. the remnants of drifts were there for 3 weeks at least.