Winding Down
The season is coming to an end and it feels as though its death is an agonising one. I did well to maintain enthusiasm over the last 6 weeks of sunshine and no snowfall. Everybody (save the vampire Lestat) enjoys the sunshine but when you live at 1850 meters and all there is to do is work and ski, you don't always go mad for a constant helping of rays which melt the snow. We moved the kids to this slope on Monday. But by Weds, it looked like this. The slopes have now been dalmationised (I just coined that) with many patches of grass, dirt and rock being resurrected all over the mountain. Whilst this looks throrougly horrible off piste, ruining the beautiful uniform whiteness, on the piste it becomes dangerous. If you hit a patch of dirt the likely result is that you will go flying as the skis won't want to move through it and you'll be flung forward. If only one of your skis hits it, the other will keep going and this forces the splits to occur w...