Let it snow

We arose at 7.30 and I rushed to the window. It was snowing. It seemed to have been snowing all night. The cloud was also so thick nothing was visable. We went down to breakfast and got a great table right by the window where we could see the snow. We got togged up and rushed to the boot room where it was bedlam due to its small size. At last after lots of huff and puff we were ready to take to the slopes.

 We crossed the terrace ( no skis on the terrace in pain of death) and put on our skis. We set off down the gentle slope toward the ski lift when I realised that I had forgotten how to ski. The slope was crowded and i couldn't turn or stop. I managed to muddle through enough to get to the lift and promptly got stuck at the gate. YOUR LIFT PASS IS IN YOUR LEFT ARM yelled Ian. Oh yeah. We all got through and as it was a four man lined up  together. Ready? I asked and set off, only to find myself alone and lonely on a four man chair. I soared onward and upward through the snow and cloud to the top. Bonjour said the nice lift man, bonjour I replied as I attempted to get off and stay upright at the same time. I was waiting nonchalantly when Chris and Vicky arrived, no Ian though. Apparently he had got his rucksack stuck on his back. When he finally arrived we set off down to wards Les Gets (lay gay for those amongst you who don't speak French , not you Kathy). Half way down the snow stopped and the clouds parted to give the most amazing view reminding me of what's so great about skiing. 

Between there and the bottom I managed to tick off two things on my to do list, a mogul field and off piste, only the spectacular fall to go. We reached the next chairlift, or terminator as I like to call it.  (YOUR SKI PASS IS IN YOUR LEFT ARM). It comes round the bend, speeds up, then whacks you in the back of the knees causing you to drop back into the seat, then swoops you up. 

We went up and down a few nice blues, then stopped at a nice alpine cafe for pizza and hot chocolate (jealous yet?) up and down a few more, back to the terminator, where Vicky whacked me in the head with her poles whilst trying to avoid the whack. Us girls went back to the hotel while the boys went off to do some real skiing. 

After a nice hot bath we retired to the bar for my favourite après ski tipple, vin chaud (mulled wine). 

Tea tonight was a sit down instead of a buffet and I had very nice sea bass

Chris was very protective of all his Puds. We put a plan in place for tomorrow, now if only I can cross off the spectacular fall. Watch this space.......