I had two "Scott of the Antarctic" moments yesterday. There i was out walking the dog,on the town's highest peak,when we were hit by a "massive" blizzard! So bad that we had to walk up someone's drive and shelter behind their garage. I don't know if anyone was in the house,but we had to reach safety! Then on the way back i felt so cold(my fingers were throbbing in pain,like frostbite feels, i assume)that we both again had to seek shelter. We went into a store to seek warmth,an stood under the ceiling's blast heater for about 15 minutes. A shop assistant pointed out that dogs aren't allowed in the store. "Oh he's a mountain rescue dog",i replied. That's ok then sir,she replied. I was only a few hundred yards from home. Now i know how Scott and his remaining gallant explorers felt when they died,being only 11 miles for safety!