a broken foot from War days, was paining.
By the time we had finished dinner and were ready to start home a blizzard was blowing and as the temperature had been around 30 degrees below zero and apparently getting colder, it was up to us to get back as quickly as possible to look after our dogs.
That journey home was a nightmare.
As we now had our outward trail to follow, the going was really easier and Willie stepped off with a long easy stride which covered miles in no time.
I was tired when I started and found the pace killing. Pretty soon I began to slow up and finally was going so slow that I couldn’t keep myself warm. Having sweated considerably
