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I was 11 and went on the canals with my late mother and father. The sun was so strong my mother had to pin handkerchiefs together to make sleeves for my fathers tee-shirts. Also the water level was so low in the canal we kept getting stuck.

Although this is my memory of the heatwave it is mainly DH's.
It was our wedding day. The church was full of our family and friends. I wore a beautiful long white dress and long veil that my mum had made. My husband lifted the veil off my face to kiss his new wife only to see a waterfall before his eyes. Sweat - not attractive on a blushing bride.

was in my last year of school, just remember lots of glorious days out and about with friends, but also remember having to collect water (was that '76?), dad worrying about not being able to water his garden, we grew most of our own vegetables.

We had just moved to the north east coast of Scotland. The heatwave just passed us by - we can't remember feeling hot on any day of our five year stay, just cool (freezing!) sea breezes.

The days seemed to last for ever, and the nights even longer.

I remember the first proper holiday we could afford with our daughter was in Bournemouth in 76 we went by coach as we didn't have a car then and I was ill for three days with sunstroke the first and last time it ever happened to me despite since then living abroad in various hot countries the power of the sun in Bournemouth in 76 must have been mighty strong.

i was about 13 and on holiday in buckinghamshire, and we went on a day trip to london via st marys hospital as my mother had sunstroke

I seemed to spend all the summer attempting to shelter our newborn baby from the sun. And bursting with pride daily as I watched my two washing lines full of brilliant white nappies, blowing in the wind. I certainly was that 'Persil' mum!!!!!!

I remember we had a large paddling pool in our back yard, everybody in the neighbourhood was jealous

Collecting water from a standpipe!

Ladybirds everywhere! Was pregnant with my youngest too! We have a White House and it was practically red there was so many ?

We had two small children and not much money. We shared a house in Devon with friends for two weeks and had a great time. I remember lots of ladybirds one year but am not sure it was the same one. They nipped!

For 2 solid weeks in the summer of 76 I suffered with a virus which brought on a form of sleep sickness. I spent those 2 weeks being hauled and shunted about and force fed water in an attempt to keep me awake and hydrated. I don't know how or what brought it on but I do remember it being horrible and it disappearing as quick as it came.

Not specifically but I seem to remember all summers back then being warmer

My Mum used to mention it ALL the time ... hottest summer ever - two small children and a dog. That was the summer that she stood on a drawing pin and had to put her foot in a bucket of ice cold water to get it out. The water turned red and she said it was actually a blessing (because of the heat) and her foot was fine. I can remember being terrified!!

My son then aged about 20 months standing in the garden hose in hand , watering our garden ( and himself, which was why he enjoyed doing it). I still have the photos as a reminder, but don't think I will forget his pleasure at being allowed to ' water himself' as well as the plants

I remember the heatwave of 76 well. We got married the first day of the heatwave went away on honeymoon, as it was so hot in Ibiza we came home very pale in comparison to everyone at home who had enjoyed the heatwave while we were away... there was lots of leg pulling about our lack of a suntan

I remember it very well I was pregnant and in labour and spend a very uncomfortable night on a plastic sheet waiting for my waters to break, i did have a beautiful daughter by morning though.

We lived on the coast so I was able to go swimming in the sea and for lovely evening walks along the beach.

My husband...who was then my fiancée, was doing a summer job erecting sporting stands. He was working putting stands up for the tennis at Eastbourne....being fair skinned you would have thought he knew better than to work with his shirt off. Hmmm....I have never seen such a burnt back with enormous blisters. Back in those days I was quite sympathetic!!

...was living in South Africa so missed out on it ....

It was so hot so my two and a half year old son and I went swimming to the local pool. A new estate was being built on land previously made up of small Victorian houses and the way to to the bus stop was along a rough and rather uneven concrete path through the building site. We hadn't gone far when, in his excitement he stumbled then fell on this path - oh, the blood that poured from his forehead! But, of course, we had thick, absorbent towels with us and back home we went! He still has the scar between his eyebrows but today it looks like a frown line!

Loved the Summer of '76 for the most part, we're lucky enough to live only a mile from the beach so my sister & I frequently cycled there with our little daughters on the back of our bikes to swim. Trouble was getting rid of the sand & salt from our skin when we got home....with only one bucket of tap water between us.

My best friend's Mother died - exactly a year after my Father had died - and the weather was incredibly hot - too hot to think or do anything.

July 1976 was my daughter's second birthday and I made her a teddybear cake, held together with buttercream, so it kept collapsing in the heat!