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We had just returned from an army posting in Germany where we had had a very hot 1975 summer , but England was not prepared for the heat at midday the tarmac veranda outside our marionette was melting we had to stay in or stay out until it cooled

My daughter was born at the beginning of July '76, and I was miserable as I had chickenpox, and to top it off my daughter was born with them too which made me feel terrible. However, Doctor was lovely and kept coming in to walk with my baby because she was suffering too, yet trying to breastfeed when you're stiflingly hot and covered in sore spots was a nightmare!
My husband was a paramedic and was able to give me a lift home in the ambulance with our daughter when we were discharged, and I spent hours in the paddling pool with my baby under the shade of the trees, listening to the radio, and looking like a walking Dot-To-Dot book!
I also volunteered with my Mum who worked at the local Childrens home, the kids helped loads with the baby. Was a good year!
Wonderful memories!

having a bath with an inch of water not flushing the loo!

My Dear Dad had died suddenly just before my 21st birthday that year. I was pretty upset of course, and didn't do well in my Uni exams that summer. Remember revising for my resits in the sweltering heat when everyone else was sunbathing. Also met DH that summer so it was definitely a hot year in more ways than one!

It seemed to go on forever, and all people could talk about was hosepipe bans and dying grass. I remember not being able to fill paddling pool for kids because of hosepipe ban. It caused a hell of a lot of problems for the firemen. What a long couple of months it was.

I got married! It was very informal but my mother in law insisted on wearing a hat, she was positively melting by the end day!
The following summer I was pregnant with my first child. The happiest summers of my life.

Having a ball as a 10 year old, warm weather in Scotland! Who would've thought!

Vague memories from when I was 9 but I took everything as the norm back then

I was 5, and don't actually remember the heatwave, but I do remember summers around that time when my parent's friends would come to our house with their children of similar ages, and we'd all be in our underwear in the garden squirting water at each other out of washing up liquid bottles, and we certainly weren't cold!

I remember playing outside for most of the summer. My Mum let us have cans of cherryade, which had Tom and Jerry on the can

I was 11 in the Summer of 76. Just remember sunbathing in the garden and emptying the bath water to water the plants.

I wasn't born until 1977, so I missed it all.

Teenager outside soaking the rays with my mates and not
a care in the world Bliss

My DD was 2 and my SiL and her 2 came to stay as they were only allowed to use a standpipe in Devon . I thought at the time that surely it was better to be by the sea than stifling London ! They played in the paddling pool all day in our shady garden and made ice lollies every day . Also remember fires all over the common nearby, and going on holiday in September and it raining !!

I remember the grass being completely brown in the front and back gardens and the hosepipe ban seeming to go on forever. My children were quite young then and really missed the paddling pool and Dad chasing them with the hosepipe!

I lived in Newcastle in 1976 but was visiting Dartington Hall in Totnes in the hot hot Summer. The grass was white and the head gardener was worried about all the wonderful trees that were suffering in the drought. At the time we were all limited to a 3inch bath of water, so my sister in law and I filled bowls and buckets with our bath water and poured it near the trees. The gardener was very moved but gently told us that we probably wouldn't make any difference as the roots went so deep.

It was the first year we took our children abroad and it was warmer at home than where we were. Not what we wanted

We had family over from Italy and they could not believe it. I remember taking them to Trafalgar square where they fell in love with Mr Whippy despite having I think the best icecream in the world.

It was so hot that I used to put my baby sons nappies on to wash overnight and hang them out really early in the morning, about 6am - it was so lovely to be outside before the sun started to scorch everything. If I had to hang washing out later in the day I draped a damp towel over my head and neck to keep the sun off as I am very fair skinned. No-one could sleep at nights, we had all the windows wide open night after night...

remember being two years old that year and my mum pregant with my younger sister (which I wasn't happy about, lol) and going to the stand pipes for water. It is strange that I can remember that from such a young age but with the heat and younger sister turning up, plus with a funny older sister it was an odd year

1976 has very fond memories as it is the year we married, but we were apart a lot as my husband to be was already working in the Middle East, where I joined him in 1977.

What I remember most about the summer of '76 was Aberdeen being sweltering as I went around arranging our November wedding, while also keeping down two jobs!

The laugh was that what was hot for us in the North East of Scotland was nothing compared to the heat my dear hubby was enduring in Dubai in the summer!!

It was the year my late husband and I got together and went for our first holiday together - camping somewhere near Sidmouth. We went to the beach every day and it was just glorious.

Ah yes, my first teenage on our own (so grown up) holiday with a friend in Devon. This is the life for sure! I particularly remember all the ladybirds.

Cycling up and down country lanes with my best friend, trying to find the Bay City Rollers. They were staying at a secret location to recover from stress and exhaustion. The innocence of youth.

Getting off the train after spending the day in Southend-on-Sea. It was so hot that my friend and I decided to walk home bare footed. BIG mistake, it took us double the time to walk home from the station as we were hopping up and down to stop our feet burning on the pavements! Ouch I can still feel it now.