Merry Christmas

Father Christmas delivered as promised.  The sun shone and the skiing was easy. There is an opera in there somewhere.  All we need is George Gershwin.

The Idle Skiers had a casual start to the day, but I was on my way by mid-morning and any queue there might have been at the cable car was long gone.  Mrs IS located her deck chair where she had left it previously, so that was fine as well.

This weather seems set fair for a few days and the world and his wife will be here.  What is best, poor weather and quiet slopes, or sun and crowds?  Tricky one that.

I would sign off usually with the day’s skiing statistics, but Skiline doesn’t want to tell me them for some reason.

Merry Christmas everyone.