'Use Water Sparingly' signs in the toilets at Junior School. Standpipes in the streets and the usual ban on using hose-pipes and car-washes.
But the best memory of the summer of 1976 I have is being out in Derwent Valley, Derbyshire, where the dams of Ladybower, Derwent and Howden were almost empty.
When these valleys were flooded they submerged two beautiful villages, Ashopton and Derwent and in 1976 I was able to see their ruins for the first time. To a seven year old, this was interesting stuff!
Gate Posts once belonging to Derwent Hall, an old pack-horse bridge still in situ and a pile of rubble that was once the tower of the local church. (Its spire once projected out of the rising flood waters but was eventually blown-up to stop sight-seers getting injured.)
The mud on the floor of the dam was cracked, it had been that hot. And it was a childhood summer that seemed to last forever.
Both my parents and all my grand-parents were alive and I recall that warmth that a seven year old simply took for granted, coming from a close, loving family.
1984 was also a good summer, but in all reality, it couldn't hold a candle to that of 1976.