Tuesday, March 07, 2006
The Hills Were Alive
With the sound of laughter. Conrad, our ever patient instructor had just repeated, for the n'th time: "put the weight on the lower ski", when two of our party (no names, no pack drill) did a graceful fall into each other, resulting in a rather compromising tangle on the piste (sorry, no pictures dammit). Realising he would get no joy from us for the next 10 minutes, Conrad gave up trying and joined in.
Just one of a treasury of memories we now have to brighten our days back in cold, gloomy Blighty. We all survived - all 15 of us - with no injuries. Which is more than can be said for 6 other fellow travellers on the coach back to the airport.
Despite the rather sad circumstances just before we left for our holiday, we managed to have a good time - time out, if you like. The kids skied up hill and down dale (well, chair-lift up), while us old folks got to grips with the start of parallel turns - almost had it when we had to come home. Ah well, reason enough to go again.
Pictures on flikr soon.
Just one of a treasury of memories we now have to brighten our days back in cold, gloomy Blighty. We all survived - all 15 of us - with no injuries. Which is more than can be said for 6 other fellow travellers on the coach back to the airport.
Despite the rather sad circumstances just before we left for our holiday, we managed to have a good time - time out, if you like. The kids skied up hill and down dale (well, chair-lift up), while us old folks got to grips with the start of parallel turns - almost had it when we had to come home. Ah well, reason enough to go again.
Pictures on flikr soon.
