The first snow of 1966 came early in February.
AST Cessna 310 D: either G-ARCH, G-ARCI or G-ARBC
Flying was mainly suspended for two or three weeks, IIRC: certainly for novices. That was irksome for me, the only BUA cadet on my course with no previous experience. With 6:25 on the C150, I was close to going solo - or so I hoped. The snow and a URI resulted in my being grounded for about four weeks in the end. After a long break at that stage in the game, you don't resume flying quite where you left off.
On the other hand, the enforced break gave us a chance to concentrate on ground school, not to mention socialising. Evening outings were often courtesy of Charles Jordan and Sandy Morris, who gave us lifts - sometimes to the Salutation pub in Perth. The main roads were cleared before the airfield's grass runways, so in daytime I was able to cycle downhill into the city for shopping. The uphill grind on return may have aggravated my feverish URI, it being my first winter outside the Tropics since the age of six.