Today the sun shone, it was crisp but not too cold, the crowds were manageable and the skiing was fantastic. To cap things off nicely, I didn’t feel like the damp rag I had been most of yesterday.
All too soon though I heard London’s siren call and headed back to the village. To add insult to injury, I must work this afternoon, so I had better sign off and get on with it.
A short but top drawer day brought 4,165 vertical metres in nine lift rides.
Idle thoughts from a mountain 