Whiteout!

It's a perilous business, dog-walking!

We set off walking in six inches of fresh snow, only minimally impressed by cars or pedestrian access. In a few minutes we were consumed by the "Beast from the East" as Putin's latest anti-personnel weapon struck with great force.

We should have known as we joked with other dog-walkers that it had one more trick up it's Siberian sleeve!

Sure enough, as we turned for home it doubled and redoubled its efforts and blew spicules of ice into our faces at unmentionable wind speeds!

I turned to see my lovely companion consumed by the whiteout.

When we got back to the safety of the shop, there was no papers and panic buyers had bought all the bread and milk!

Extra is Tess, who didn't seem to mind the blizzard at all.