The snow started yesterday morning and fell, gently, but continuously all day.Confused by the darkness the villages eight street lights (the source of much civic pride) stayed on for most of the day while the only noise that disturbed the heavy sepulchral silence was the rumble of the occasional tractor taking straw to the cattle. Wilf and Digby forgot that they are at the 'senior dog' stage of life and fuelled by a healthy portion of breakfast porridge they reverted to being puppys. Boy did they romp, bounce, leap and belly flop in the snow. Noses and muzzles got covered as the two of them raced round the fields, ears flying aerodynamically behind them in the cold air, incompetently following the scent of long gone deer or stoats. Thankfully, we have no visitors this weekend so the hallway and corridors are covered in a double layer of old blankets and towels in a (vain) attempt to soak up some of the melting snow from their fur. The two boyz take on the day? Bliss!