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Working for a large engineering firm in a third floor office of an OLD Victorian building with windows that didn't open and a company who refused to purchase fans for their employees. As many employees kept fainting we were given salt tablets - but no water! It was the era of mini skirts but even so I sweltered in tights and panty girdle rather than reveal my pasty white legs!

My memory of '76 is being able to play golf everyday without having to worry about the weather or it getting too dark early!

As many other contributors here I had my first child, DD, in January '76 and it was a wonderful year to have a child - if you were lucky enough to have a garden anyway. Nappies dried in double quick time and we didn't need many clothes.
My memories are around a paddling pool, both my sisters able to be there several times a week (and Mum & Dad too) little sun hats and swimming costumes, making jugs of cold drinks - not Pimms for us in those days.
If I remember correctly we had quite a severe winter following that summer

I'd been living in Sweden and returned to Wales, to my parents' house to find hard baked deeply fissured ground where the lawn used to be and all the normally sedate aunts squaring with glee as they hosepiped each other!

Sorry, the aunts were squealing with glee, not squaring....

1was 12 in the Summer of 76 (Sounds like a song)and can remember the endless sunshine, playing with my friends, dressed in shorts, t-shirts, sandles sunglasses(childrens toy ones) Going swimming, or cycling for miles, going BlackBerry picking, The days out to Blackpool with my cousins Janet and Lorraine,, sleeping over at their house to be up early to holiday in Scarborough, happy times.

I was only 16 at the time and still at school but I can remember going to the baths via the school coach, even though it was only down the road, the sun made it too hot for any of us to walk. We used to go once a week anyway, but this was every day. If we didn't go, we would have probably expired or something and when we got home, before we had any hot dinner or anything hot, the first thing we would do was go and have a wash. No showers in those days. It was either in the kitchen or a sleuice in the bath. Happy days though

The summer of '76 - most people remember it as a long, blisteringly hot summer. The heat was scorching - you could fry eggs on car bonnets. For me though, the abiding memory is of a summer holiday in the freezing cold! No, it wasn't spent in Iceland, but in England's green and pleasant land in a canal boat on the Leeds-Liverpool Canal to be precise. What most people forget is that the long hot summer of '76 was preceded by 'arctic' conditions as icy winds from the north brought plummeting temperatures. Trust me, a cast iron canal boat can be very cold in wintery conditions, particularly unexpected wintry conditions, on holiday, when you don't have the clothing to suit. So my abiding memory of the long hot summer of '76 is of the snow falling in June!- Yes, believe it or not, it actually snowed - and of how galling it was to have the sun break through and blaze as we handed the boat back, especially when, back at work, it went on and one and on, lazing sun, day after day, week after week.

was 20, and went to the lake district with my then boyfriend [now husband] in a borrowed car, towing a borrowed caravan - first time caravanning, but it was a great holiday! Sun was glorious!

The ground in the field where I kept my horse looked like the desert. It was cracked,dry and dusty. Never seen anything like it since!

I remember this summer very well. I was a teenager and that summer was spent with a friend, and her horse, travelling around different horse shows..... Such happy times!

I was a little girl that summer, and my mum and dad brought a caravan. We spent 4 weeks touring Devon and finally settled in an amazing campsite between Coombe Martin and Ilfracombe. I think it was called Watermouth Cove. It was the best summer ever, everything was perfect.

I was 8yrs old and that was the summer all future ones were judged by. I remember expecting the sun to be out every day, shorts and tshirts being the norm, lots of visits to the swimming pool/beach and parents joining us children in the park behind the houses for evening rounders until too dark to see the ball. I remember at one point in the summer, swarms of ladybirds and having to close all the windows.

It was the year I stopped wearing tights, we took turns to get ice lollies and ice creams for the five of us in the office and I took part in an arts festival in Italy. It was hotter in London than where we were in Italy.

It is also the year my eldest sister married and I remember resenting wearing long bridesmaids dresses with high necks and long sleeves.

It was also the year I first took my brownies on a pack holiday

We had a, very rare, family holiday that summer. We drove to Poole and I remember sitting in the back of my dad's car sweltering and hoping we'd go to the lovely Bournemouth beach. No, we visited houses and gardens, lovely places, but I most vividly recall the heat haze, not the flowers (wilting) or the ponds (evaporating).

I was twelve years old in the heatwave of 76, and during the school summer holidays, my friends and I would have horse riding lessons, I remember, one particularly hot day, when Our instructor took us all out for a leisurely trot down a pretty country road, we were having a great time until my horse decided he would much rather trot into some strangers garden and munch away on their lovely large flower bed! I could not do a damned thing to make him move and just sat there cringing and really embarrassed until my instructor came to the rescue!

We were dogsitting for a neighbour but it didn't get cool enough to walk him until about 10.30 usually at that time of night the streets are relatively quiet but when we went out there were LOADS of people strolling along just trying to tire themselves out so they'd actually get some sleep.

I remember being on holiday on the Isle Of Wight at a place called Freshwater with my family during the hot summer of 76'. Across the Solent a huge forest fire had started in the New Forest and I remember watching the flames and smoke from our chalet with my dad and two brothers.A superb summer which finally broke in September.

I remember sitting in the garden filling in application forms to be a nurse....I never did further that career ! I also remember going to London to stay with my sister and buying some Indian sandals and a silk scarf. I still have the scarf 40 years on

The summer of 76 was spent outside with my 2 small children - either just in the garden or in the pool at a local park. Our garden was alive with ladybirds and the children had a great time trying to catch them!

I remember the lovely summer days and long evenings and not being sure why I wasn't feeling great, and I was gaining weight, a friend kept telling me I was pregnant but having been told I could not have children I didn't take any notice. My first daughter was born at the beginning of March 77!! And I remember the media warning us that this was the start of global warming and that our summers would get hotter, from what I remember the next few summers were a bit disappointing and needless to say no one did anything about the global warming threat.

Yes I was at School in that heatwave!

Buying my very first freezer, It was so hot it seemed to run continuously - but it was so nice to have ice-cream on tap at home :-)

I was only 2 so I don't remember unfortunately.

I don't remember it but I'm not good in the heat and had two boys of 6 and 4
So probably lots of sitting somewhere shady with cold drinks and ice creams