langold lake was one place the water was dark and cold there was a band stand lots of people on hot weekends also cooled of in the river bakewell park

I was living down south in 76

It certainly was a hot one. I can remember leaving a pub about 2330 and the wind rattling down the street was a warm as toast.

A mate of mine hitched a lot that summer and got a lift coming back through England one night from a French trucker carrying butter.
The trucker was driving in swimming trunks in the middle of the night.

Those were the days ;)

I seem to recall our local sold many extra barrels of lager. In fact I remember going with the landlord one day to the Bass distribution depot (near Wath if memory serves) and us putting some barrels in the boot of his Merc.

It was very hard to keep cool that year, and the previous year was just as bad.
Everybody has 76 as the hottest summer on record but forget about 1975 which I thought was hotter than 76.
I remember playing footy in 90% heat and lasting about 5 minutes.
Must have been bad for the sick that year as there were no escaping the heat even at night.
The weather men were bored stiff because the clear blue skies were the same day after day with no sign of rain in the distance.

Yep 1976 really was a hot summer! ... I remember going to Millhouses Park outdoor swimming pool with my brother and his girlfriend to try and cool off.

I live in Rotherham, (look, it's not my fault), we went by bus there, by the time we arrived the temperature was boiling hot, my brother and I walked up to the edge of the pool, the water in the pool always felt FREEZING, as we tipped our toes in the water to feel how cold it was some little scrog pushed us both in head first. I felt like skinning the little devil it was such a shock to the system, but later saw the funny side of it!.

What a wonderful summer it was 76, even though at times then I wasn't probably thinking that suffering that hot boiling sun every day.

Lovely memories.

Blimey, it's 30 years this year! Still one to be remembered. :thumbsup:
1975 had a hot spell but it was shorter I think - about a month.
In '76 we had blue sky and hot sunny days continuously for about two months. :cool:

It's strange Cycleracer I don't remember 1975 being hot like it was in 76, must be my memory because if you say it was it must have been.

I'll search the net to see what I can find about it.

I was born on the 21 july 1976 so i can not remember but my mum never lets me forget wanting to be born on the hottest month of the year. But funny thing is i can not stand the sun even when im abrode i dont go sun bathing at all i never have i look dead next to my mates as im so white, maybe this is why i hate the sun so much as i was born in the hottest year to date.

Ahh, 1976 what a Summer! We went to Cayton Bay nr Scarborough as a family and spent most of the time in the outdoor pool. Great memories :)

Do you remember the ladybirds? I got bit by one of the pesky things. It was on my neck and I thought it was a wasp so kept still! Wasn't till I finally knocked it off that I realised it was a ladybird!

:hihi: What a great summer that was, brought loads of memories back.I was 16 that year and spent all my six weeks holiday down at torksey in lincolnshire.All my time was spent fishing and swimming and generally getting the best tan ever.Keeping cool was easy because we had the trent and fosdyke to swim in but even then the heat was incredible.Stand pipes were out in force and remember seeing loads of folk going to work in shorts,brilliant.

We had a spring at the bottom of our garden so we just cavorted around in that the whole time. It was lush!

That and heaps and heaps of lollipops :thumbsup:

[QUOTE=dieselbabe]I was born on the 21 july 1976 QUOTE]
Me too (well not the 21st) and sooo many people talk to you about it. I remember signing up for a library card and having the woman at the counter reminiscing for ages about the summer of 76.
I must have got a little fed up of missing out on the fun.
Unlike dieselbabe, I love the sun, not to the point of roasting my skin but I love to be in the sun.

I was born on the 7th of April 1976, yes it was pretty darn hot that Summer.

that's a mighty good memory ya have thur Rich! :hihi:


Did the birth go well, no problems getting out?

I remember camping in Cornwall for two weeks and then stopping for a week with friends in Cardiff on the way back. Cardiff was on four hours water per day but their neighbour was on dialysis so weren't affected but that was three weeks without sighting rain.
I was later watching cricket at Queen's Park in Chesterfield in August when there was a shower. The 'Geordie' who manned the PA in those days announced: "Ladies and gentleman, this phenomenon is called rain!"

chairboy i also remember cornwall in76 on a caravan@ campsite not far from helston goonhilly downs was all on fire this was about august what great beaches

:) I was five and I got a swing for my birthday that year.

I have the hazy memory of it being a really happy time, playing in the garden lots, the sky being constantly blue and it feeling like it would last forever.

Skipping, swingball and playing mummies and daddies in the makeshift tents with the boy next door who is still a friend!

I lived on the east coast of Scotland then. My dad had been posted down to Stanmore and kept sending us letters telling us how hot it was. Up north however, it was foggy and wet and I was allowed to go to school wearing just my anorak, school blazer and woolly jumper. We did not follow Dad down until November, by which time, it was all over.

I was born on the 21 july 1976 so i can not remember but my mum never lets me forget wanting to be born on the hottest month of the year. But funny thing is i can not stand the sun even when im abrode i dont go sun bathing at all i never have i look dead next to my mates as im so white, maybe this is why i hate the sun so much as i was born in the hottest year to date.

We share the same birth date Dieselbabe......July 21 1976 was my 17th birthday.:thumbsup:

Was on my honeymoon in London,100 degrees,phew,kept cool paddling in Trafalger Square.

i was only 2, so probably in a small paddling pool, possibly naked. (there are photo's to prove it. :blush:

The Lido in Millhouses Park again - went there virtually every day during the school summer holidays, what a year that was.

The next time I remember going was a few years back and it was really sad to see the Lido all derelict and partly filled in with earth and the like.

I had a nice 2 weeks in Jersey that summer ..... never forget it cos the ice cream bloke on the little beach in front of our hotel was giving away free ice cream cos his freezer wasnt coping too well with the heat. Spent many a hour in the nice cool sea ... untill I got burned.... :(

Ahh, 1976 what a Summer! We went to Cayton Bay nr Scarborough as a family and spent most of the time in the outdoor pool. Great memories :)

Do you remember the ladybirds? I got bit by one of the pesky things. It was on my neck and I thought it was a wasp so kept still! Wasn't till I finally knocked it off that I realised it was a ladybird!
Was just thinking about the lady birds that year. We went to brid that year with my mum and dad and were crunching them under foot all week

Certainly was a great summer Yorkiepudd,(1976), hey hang on a minute your not that kid that pushed me in the freezing water are ya???.

I thought they were re-building the old Lido in in Millhouses Park some years back? ... what happened did they change their minds to stage the World Student Games or sumthin??

I remember it was wonderful there, only went that once in 76 and never did return again as I lived in Rotherham and it was a right trek on the buses.

Anyone know what's there now?

I had a nice 2 weeks in Jersey that summer ..... never forget it cos the ice cream bloke on the little beach in front of our hotel was giving away free ice cream cos his freezer wasnt coping too well with the heat. Spent many a hour in the nice cool sea ... untill I got burned.... :(

I too, had 2 weeks in Jersey, in August in 1976 with my parents and (then) boyfriend. It was lovely, but no free ice cream. That summer was so hot I had 4 bikinis and got loads of wear out of them!

Everytime my mother reminisces about this she has to remind me how well the (then) boyfriend has done for himself. A different story altogether to when we were together! I packed him in not long after the holiday because he was a bit lightweight - I snook into his room one night and all he did was puke in the basin! Too many rum and cokes.

I am always racked with guilt when the summer of 1976 is mentioned. I remember always telling my friends that we should not take water for granted and that we may have a drought sooner than when we think. That was January 1976. Nine months later I think it rained.
When I read the stories of standpipes and water shortages around the country for weeks and months on end I felt so bad, my mother thought that there was something wrong with me but when I told her what I had said about the rain stopping, she laughed and told me to enjoy the summer while its here.
Many ice-creams and water fights later I didn't worry too much. We were lucky not to have standpipes so we still had water galore. What a great summer!
But still the guilt remains although very small.

Yes, I too recall 1975 being a decent summer but it wasn't like 1976 when summer seemed to go on and on and on and we went absolutely ages with no rain!

I recall a number of things (some of which I've mentioned on here before):

a) Going out to look at the ruins of Derwent in Derwent Valley. The reservoir was practically empty and the mud had huge cracks in it due to the incessant heat. The rhododedrons by the road side travelling up to Howden Dam were stunning and hung over onto the road, so the car couldn't help but brush against them;

b) At Nethergreen First School there were signs placed over the wash basins in the toilets advising us to 'Use Water Sparingly'. There was a sand-pit and water-pit outside and we weren't allowed to use the latter one due to the shortage. Government adverts were seen on television with similar advice about water preservation.

c) We had a water hydrant at the top of our drive and I recall that if it came to us having to use standpipes at least we wouldn't have to walk very far (yes, I was selfish and lazy then, aged 7!).

Finally, do you remember when the rain returned with a vengeance in September 1976 and we had something like a whole month's worth in one day? There was flooding everywhere and a huge lake formed near Thornbury Hospital on Fulwood Road as the brook which carried water down to Endlciffe Park bust its banks.

All this and we won the Eurovision Song Contest too; but let's not go there, eh?

Don't forget '77!! If my memory serves me right, I had finished my O Levels ,trying to combat severe Hayfever while I did so and just remember endless days of sunshine to follow.Not quite '76 but Special none the less. Or do they call this the "Rose tinted spectacles phenomenon"

Do you remember the ladybirds?

Oh yes. Millions of the things. Hardly see any now though:(.


I also remember walking on the bottom of Ladybower reservoir (almost completely drained of water8)) the roads and the foundations of some of the houses were visible...

People posting about the heatwave of 1976 and the subsequent water shortages reminded me of the great photo I have of Derwent village church sticking out of the reservoir during low water levels.

I can't remember which year it was but I do know the church was blown up to stop people swimming out to it and diving below.

I'm sure someone on here will know the year it was demolished, I would certainly like to know.

Also, has anybody else got any photos of the village and able to show them in the forum?.

If you would like to view the photo just access the site below ...

http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f325/Billy244/Varous%20pics/01.jpg

langold lake was one place the water was dark and cold there was a band stand lots of people on hot weekends also cooled of in the river bakewell park


A few people recall 1975 being hot, I was still at school then and don’t remember it. I left in 1976 and remember the long hot summer, time on my hands and not a care in the world.

Langold Lake was as good a place as any to pass an afternoon, the little kids in the open-air pool and the bigger ones in the lake. As I remember it there was a diving tower in the centre of the lake, a springboard for messing about and a higher board for the posers

I had forgot all about those days until reading this thread was it really 30 years ago?

:)

I apent three days at Abbeydale Park watching Yorkshire play the West Indies in an enthralling match. The West Indoes side contained some of the all-time greats - Lloyd, Greenidge, Kallicharan, Holding. My abiding memory is of Holding who was then at his peak starting his run from the pavillion end only just inside the boundary rope.
Going into the final day Yorkshire held the edge but succumbed to a fine performance from the visitors. Their cause was not helped by a batsman turned umpire called Leadbeater being involved in a car accident prior to the final day's play.

Kept the swimming cozzy on (http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/1420/36811mh.jpg) for most of it.

Kept the swimming cozzy on (http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/1420/36811mh.jpg) for most of it.
Is that male or femail in the pic Don?

Oh yes. Millions of the things. Hardly see any now though:(.



Yes where have they all gone?

Remember it well. My son was born 16th June, 1976 it was so cold I was wearing a sheepskin coat (it was allowed then) asked for extra blankets in the hospital. We came home on the 21st June and that was the first day of the glorious weather. I also thought 1975 was a very hot summer.

I didn't cool off. In the summer of 76 I was about 6 months old and driving my mother insane by not sleeping and keeping her awake almost every night until the end of Autumn. Sorry mum! :blush:

1976......what a great summer for me and mine. Bought a brand new 32ft. Bluebird caravan, on HP of course, sited it near Withernsea. Sold my year-old MGB Roadster, and bought a new Shakespeare Ski Boat, 50hp Mercury engine with the money. Parked it up in a tiny boatyard adjacent to the beach complete with a Tractor available for launching the boats there.

Wife, kids, spent 6 weeks holiday there. I was self-employed, worked only when essential with lots of leisure time and we learned to water-ski on the sea. Used the boat most of the summer, the sea was flat as a Mill Pond most of the time.......what an absolutely magic Summer....with wall-to-wall sunshine.

I wish everyone could have had that experience, for just once in their lives......unforgettable :) :)

I apent three days at Abbeydale Park watching Yorkshire play the West Indies in an enthralling match. The West Indoes side contained some of the all-time greats - Lloyd, Greenidge, Kallicharan, Holding. My abiding memory is of Holding who was then at his peak starting his run from the pavillion end only just inside the boundary rope.
Going into the final day Yorkshire held the edge but succumbed to a fine performance from the visitors. Their cause was not helped by a batsman turned umpire called Leadbeater being involved in a car accident prior to the final day's play.

The game was played 30 June and July1,2. W.I won by 19 runs with Daniel taking 6 for 21 as Yorkshire were bowled out for 90. The hot spell contributed to a lightning-fast wicket on which Old had excelled, taking 7 for 42 in the W.I. 1st Innings. Lo and behold, he picked up another injury during the game. As for Leadbeater, that car crash was tragic because he lost his wife in the accident.

A few people recall 1975 being hot, I was still at school then and don’t remember it. I left in 1976 and remember the long hot summer, time on my hands and not a care in the world.

I had forgot all about those days until reading this thread was it really 30 years ago?

:)

I remember 75 being hot as that was my last year at school and after my 'O' levels I had a wonderful summer with my first boyfriend, who had also done his 'O' levels too. Ahh those were the days!

We had a mud wallow in the garden! It was great. We dug a hole, mum poured water in it and we played in the mud. The soil was mainly clay so we ended up making clay models and putting them on the coal bunker to bake in the sun.

Happy days!

We spent most of our weekends during the summer as kids at Bradfield. We had a regular spot in a field just below the Haychatters pub. There was a waterfall and a deep pool we could swim in. Mum used to take all the veg and cooked meat and make us a sunday dinner in the pressure cooker on a camping stove!:D What great memories. The seventies were definitely my favourite decade - the summers were summers then.

popping my brothers sunburn blisters on his back - and filling up the massive old school fairy liquid bottles with water and writing graffiti on walls with them - it would disapppear as quick as you could write it - the heat just evaporated the water!
oh happy days...

I was 15 at the time, and incredibly attractive. Even I fancied me. I recall spending most of the summer in cut-off shorts and a Bush-hat, which must have given me the appearance of one of Wingate's Chindits.

I was down in Cornwall for a fortnight at Pentewan Sands near Mevagissey; beautiful memories that will stay with me all my life....one of the few downsides was that it was the year the sewage outfall pipe broke quite close inshore so one had to dodge the occasional turd in the waterline. We coined the term "winnits" for these, goodness knows why...One of the loveliest memories of this holiday was when the travelling fair came and set up in the field over the road from the site. Riding in the big wheel and seeing the full moon, almost blood red over the sea.
It was also memorable for the best thunderstorm ever; It had been oppressively hot and then the air seemed to go really still and quiet....we were standing by the harbour at the time and the rain began in hugely fat drops that sent up little clouds of dust.....then a simultaneous flash of lightning (reflected off the water so it seemed to be all around us) and a terrifyingly loud clap of thunder. Magic.
Digging huge holes on the beach (there were four kids in my family and about eight of our friends too), crisps and pop at the Ship Inn, making bows and arrows from the bamboo that grew on the site, fishing with crablines off the pier. Dad had a Humber Super Snipe; after a day on the beach the seats would be so hot it'd burn the backs of your legs.
Happy times.