The arctic conditions continue to sweep across the south of France - the blizzards are more like Forfarshire than Gascony. It fell to minus nine last night turning the roads into treacherous skating rinks for both cars and pedestrians. Digby ventured out on his morning walk but soon found that the ice, coupled to his sore paw and arthritic back leg, made progress difficult. After slipping and sliding his way along for 100 metres or so he finally sat at the corner of the village green and decided that he'd had enough exercise for the day. Wilf by contrast returned from his hike ready for ball games in the snow drifts. Two brothers, two totally different characters.