Yes, the wee Citroens are extraordinary in snow aren't they! When we first moved back to Scotland we had a run of bad luck. The sale of our house down near Camberley fell through shortly after we'd returned to Scotland (the English way of selling and buying houses is so uncertain compared to ours) and we'd already fully committed to buying up here. So for several months we had to fund a bridging loan for the full amount of our new house. The interest swallowed almost my entire monthly salary every month so we were living on my wife's earnings as a school administrator and some of our meager savings.
Then our old Datsun decided it would be a good time to succumb to the dreaded tin worm in the biggest possible way (a "trick" that those early Datsuns were absolute masters at) So we needed a "new" car quickly as our new house was out in the country and I was working at a garage in the local town.
That very weekend we were at a car park sale where people had their cars parked next to the trestle tables where they had items for sale displayed. Alongside one table was a red Citroen Dyane, beautifully polished, which the people had obviously used to travel in. I made some sort of joke with him about how well he had presented the car for sale and, to my surprise, he replied that yes, it was for sale. I laughed and we walked on. However as we wandered around I started thinking well, why not? Although a little voice kept saying, "for goodness sake Jock, it's a Citroen, get real son, behave yourself!" Of course I snuck back and had a good crawl around it and was amazed at it's lack of rust. Then I took a wee drive in it and it was - very different but, ok? - what finally clinched it was how little money he was prepared to take for it (although that worried me - why, what's wrong with it?)
On the Monday I stuck it up on a ramp at work and the only thing I could find was it needed King pins and bushes and a set of front brake shoes. Both jobs were absolute sods to do! The king pins were siezed in and had to be violently persuaded to capitulate (she spent almost a week in a corner of the workshop with me working part time after work on her and I had to rent some tools from the nearby Citroen indy) The front brakes on these small Citroens are inboard mounted on the gearbox - as you'll know - The later models had discs and weren't too bad to do, but mine, naturally, was one of the ones with drums! Not only that but these early linings were like the very early Land Rovers where the pivoted end of the lining was mounted on an eccentric swivel. The linings were not self centering! So you had to lightly coat the inside of the drum with chalk. Refit it, and remember, just to make it more difficult, the drive shaft was running through the middle of it! then gently adjust the lining up 'till it was just kissing the drum and rotate the drum a couple of revs. Then remove the drum again and see how the lining was contacting the drum from the chalk which had transferred to the lining. Then "fiddle" with the eccentric and do it all again until the face of the lining was kissing the drum over it's whole face! Endless hours of "fun".
We had that car for several years until the family finances improved and went all over Britain in it - Not very quickly, but we always got there and didn't spent a lot on fuel. It was astonishing what could be packed into it. But, back to your point about being good in the snow. The village where we bought hat house was at the top of a steep and long hill. At the bottom of the hill was a quarry. In the winter there was an unspoken agreement that village residents could leave their cars in the quarry yard when the snow was bad, and most did. The only vehicles which could get up were 4x4s and my Dyane! It would only be stopped by the very deepest snow falls and became a bit of a legend in the village. Local kids would hang about to watch me returning from work! I'm sure it was the combination of very skinny tires (125x15 if I remember?) and the very modest power and torque available from the 650cc engine.
Musselburgh Autojumble was a regular annual haunt for me but hasn't been held for years now and I don't fancy the crowds at the Glamis Transport Extravaganza whre I'm told there is an excellent autojumble.
Regarding the hillclimbing, Doune is my nearest and it's the one I am most usually at. I just love the informality and "family friendly" atmosphere. It's the motor cyclist that amaze me, especially the side car passengers. Rumour has it that the starter has a special box where they deposit their brains for the duration of the run up the hill! This chap is one of the fastest and this video gives you a good view of the course.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YrsVc_hu7O8
With the Drag Racing, I used to go to Santa Pod when I was a lot younger but, once back in Scotland, that became much more difficult. Then my daughter's husband took up a contract in Southern Maryland (USA) and I started going to Budds Creek (Grandly named "Maryland International Raceway"):
https://www.racemdir.com/
I've spent many happy hours wandering around the pits and sweltering under the sun sitting on the "bleachers" watching a very wide variety of vehicles. Here's some pics from 2012 (Remembered to take the camera that time)
Where I made a number of good friends who were fascinated by this Scotsman who seemed to know quite a lot about their "American" sport. Now "the kids" are back in Britain I'm really missing these visits.