Yes I do very clearly remember the winter of 1963. It was typical of every winter I could remember.
Our mother would insist we didn't leave the house without a thin Jersey that we invariably discarded on the walk to school. Often we tried to slink out the front door without it as it was too much trouble carrying it around.
We went to school in shorts as we did in summer, and there was no heating in the classroom.
There were only the occasional days that were overcast; the sun mostly shone every day with hardly a cloud in the sky. The sky was always blue.
The ground wasn’t wet as it hadn’t rained for 2 months and wouldn't rain for another 3 months.
But things were different living just south of the equator.