It depended on your situation and certainly your age - as youngsters we found it mostly fun , though chapped legs from wellies after the long walk because the bus didn't turn up weren't nice.
It was nice to help neighbours out, both digging paths and running errands for them - even more than we normally did.
Mum worried about Dad a lot as he was a Postman on the walks and he did the farms and smallholdings up on the moors, but he always made it back with a rosy glow from a few friendly warming snifters.