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Weather conditions.

During my first six months at Borgentreich I experienced weather far more severe than anything I had previously lived or worked in.

When I arrived the winter was well set in, but it was no worse than it had been at Jever and therefore caused me little concern. What none of us expected was that it
would get colder - much colder. By the time February came we read in the UK
newspapers (they always arrived a day or more late) that, back home, they were
enduring the coldest February since 1895, and they were protected, supposedly, by
the Gulf Stream. In Germany it was the coldest for 225 years.

At Borgentreich, for several days on end, the temperature equalled that in Moscow and Siberia. In those conditions, when we went outside for more than a
moment, ice formed on our eyebrows from our frozen breath and even on our
eyelashes, let alone our moustaches; we had to be very careful to cover all skin with
as many layers of clothing as possible. Uniforms were worn, of course, and so were
many 'irregular' items of clothing. I was fortunate to be able to scramble into my
flying suit over my uniform trousers and jacket and, if I was due to be outside for an
extended length of time, as was sometimes necessary, I made sure to put my pyjama
trousers on as well. The old trick of wearing a brown paper waistcoat was also used.
Ear muffs were bought in the village and worn by almost everyone as standard kit.
Multicoloured scarves also appeared. The standard issue 'Airmen for the use of'
woollen gloves were useless and we Officers made sure the lads kept their hands in
their pockets, or wore more sensible gloves. For myself, my silk inner and leather
gauntlet outer flying gloves came in very useful. Even so, I was hard pressed to keep
warm, even with all this clothing and my greatcoat buttoned right up to the neck.
The basic rules of wearing uniforms and being 'properly dressed' were abandoned
in these conditions, and even for a quick dash between buildings we had to be very
careful. Formal saluting was also largely suspended in these low temperatures.

We joked that it was so cold that even the birds walked - and then found that it was true, for no birds were to be seen on the wing anywhere. We also joked that the
red alcohol in the thermometers had sense enough to huddle into a ball in the bulb
at the bottom. In fact, none of these thermometers registered anything against the
graduations on their stems.