It starts to snow again. The snow plough comes through the village two minutes before the school bus arrives to pick up the pre-teens. The parents look delighted. The pre-teens less so.
A dog owners nightmare. At the newsagent we meet a very worried looking French teacher. She let her two young male Golden's out for a late evening 'pit stop' the night before last. Somehow the gate onto the lane was left open. They disappeared into the gloom. This was the night it started snowing and they haven't been seen since. She's fearful that the snow has covered their tracks and now they're completely lost. We spend the afternoon and early evening looking for the dogs along the banks of the stream. The mayor and the Old Farmer try the other side of the ridge. We'll try again, further afield, tomorrow.
More snow is forecast.