We’re talking about a record that’s been standing since before most of us were even a glint in our parents’ eyes. It happened in a tiny village you’ve probably never heard of. Brace yourself.
The big, bad, record-breaking moment was on January 10, 1982. The location? A sleepy little spot called Edgmond, near Newport in Shropshire. And the temperature? It hit a staggering -26.1°C. That’s -15°F for our friends across the pond. Let that sink in for a second.
That’s not just “put on a jumper” cold. That’s “your breath turns to tiny ice crystals and your cat gives you the side-eye” cold. Seriously, at that temperature, the air feels like tiny needles on your face. I can’t even imagine walking the dog in that—though knowing British dog owners, they’d still be out there, muttering.
But wait, there’s a confusing bit.
You might have heard about another cold spot. Some of you are probably thinking, “What about that place in Scotland?” Ah, clever clogs. We said England. Keep your eyes on the prize. Scotland has its own chilly records, but England’s is all about Edgmond. The quaint, frosty underdog.
Now, here’s where it gets a bit British. The record actually ties with another location. Yep, the same temperature was also recorded in Shawbury, just a few miles away, on the very same day. It’s like the weather decided to throw a joint, super-cold party. Rumor has it they both got a commemorative plaque. Probably made of ice.
