In the late ‘70s, we had a very good Meto at Güt who had two lovely daughters - and went on to gain stardom on the TV. On one Friday afternoon, he rang the Squadron and advised an immediate stack to the bar. This we duly did and 30mins later there was a half-inch of ice over everything and the tops breaking off tall trees. No one could get into their cars, which were then covered in a foot of snow, so we had to remain in the bar for hours! First time I had seen rain ice - and it didn’t melt for a week. The roads were absolute carnage until the gritters managed to get out.
On another occasion, I asked said Meto what he would consider to be a good forecast. He thought for a second and said “about 40% correct”. It was pointed out that we might be better to invert the complete forecast - something he readily acknowledged!
Mog