Six months ago, only a few weeks after we moved in to Fort Knox, Justine lost her door key. This week it emerged from its hibernation in a snow covered gutter and was reunited with Justine by a very nice man who could just about decipher the telephone number on the key ring and recognise the rusty lump of metal as something of importance. Now the snow has all gone we think we may earn a good wage hunting treasure on the pistes.
